True Statement
So as I heard from another poet that, “it isn’t a poem until it's true”
Not to be a copycat, but i guess this is my first poem
I started out writing when I was younger
When I was younger I sat by a window and gazed into the sun rise
Sun rises always had a way of lifting my spirits
My spirits were low, mother wasn’t in her right mind to lift them
Lifted myself high enough to pull through a line so deep
So deeply in love with poetry, more and more started to flow from under my feet like the salt water mixed sand at the beach
The beach collide with my mind and peace came about
Came about this strong and open minded free little girl
Little girl became a woman
A woman skipped some stages, left behind all of the things that made me immature
Immature to the heart, was ready for love
Love made me close my doors, fell for men when I wasn’t even able to stand on my own
My own, I, was on, my own,
My own for a long time
“Time heals all wounds” is what I grew up learning throughout life
Life is just beginning and i’ve been waiting for it to hit me harder than a train that’s been running for 40 minutes
40 Minutes is all it took
All it took was faith, it takes an open mind, a dark soul, and a spirit that’s been through some things to understand me.
- Farrah Ali
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