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Meg

If you don't learn to write your own story, someone else will write it for you

1 poem·Since November 2012
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November 8, 2012
A leather spine. Sewn paper that has changed over time A spoken line Written on the pages to forever capture its sound An open book The words splattered across the page A secret look The cool kid peaks, hoping no one sees A moment in time Life goes on, year by year An unspoken crime A books obsession secret is released A silent room People leave not noticing life outside their own An unspoken gloom Some child sits alone in the back A random speech The lonely one runs into someone new A chance to reach The child is shy, clinging to a book for dear life A feeling of shame The stranger sits with the child No mention of a name The stranger asks the child who he is The silent talk The child says nothing, too late to socially secede The smell of chalk He continues on his chalkboard, writing small wavy lines The last question Stranger asks "what book ya got there?" happy to see peoples imagination freed The odd obsession The same book that changed his life, the child says, “I don’t know, I can’t read.”
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