Speak
In the sixth grade my eyes were opened.
Poetry became a powerful and wonderful
form of expression.
It seemed to ooze out my brain
like warm, chocolate syrup.
I matured through broadening
my circle of compassion.
My words spoke for creatures
who could not speak for themselves.
I delved into issues that
most people never think twice about.
Exploring the creative capabilities
of my poetic mind
opened the door to a realm of impactful communication.
Poetry prevails in my life
as a reminder of
the thoughts I cannot voice.
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