learn to speak what is on your mind
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Everyday when I wake up I think about the choices I will make ahead.
By turning on my light will I make someone else uncomfortable.
I work a job that could have belonged to someone else.
I'm not a writer, I just think a lot. In a world so crossed and diverse ideas arise and many a times people get lost. How can we find our way back?
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
Rowing, dipping the oars into diction
Words I refrain from dripping
Onto anything but paper—
In case of them sinking.
