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Poetry! My pride, my joy, my only form

Of reaching out into the dark, dank place

That is our world. It is my emotional storm,

Helping me see the gray face

Caught in between the black and white

Figures in our society. Different cultures,

Different thinking, become a shining light

In this grand, beautiful, magestic sculpture

Called poetry. How is it that some people find

Common ground while many remain blind?

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world
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