Seventh Grade English Class
cared
listened
carefully aware
every word dripped
from his mouth
like sweet poison
need more
ink flowed from my pen
scratched the paper
like erosion
no one else listened
no one else cared
no one else
carefully aware
always writing
poetry
in my blood
programmed
must keep writing
must never stop.
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