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Poetry. Poetry. Say that word one more time.
\nPoetry it is an extension of me…
\nWho knows without poetry
\nI might even cease to be.
\nIt never makes fun of me it never teases
\nIt is as gentle and as soft as I want it to be.
\nOr it could be mean and mad it\u2019s all up to me.
\nThe words that were written are thus now spoken
\nWhen I write, I write for freedom not just for me
\nbut for all the other dreaming children out here
\nI take this seriously it might as well be severe.
\nEars full of negativity, that\u2019s all it seems to be
\nA lot of times you just have to sit and flow
\nWhat\u2019s great about poetry is you determine when you go.
\nBe creative, goofy, think outside the box…
\n1234 look at the fox.
\nNever listen to the haters they are everywhere…
\nSome are your friends
\nYes sad but this I swear.
\nThe ones that are hating are usually hating on me
\nbut I pay them no mind thus their claims are not benevolent,
\nthey act out of ignorance which makes them irrelevant<\/p>\n
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