Thu, 01/05/2017 - 21:53 -- cduvall


United States
30° 5' 55.9212" N, 94° 10' 0.2424" W


They ask me my opinion

I raise my hand but regret my decision

I sit there and replay the question

but instead I pick up my pencil and write my recollection


A loud mind and college ruled lines keep my words documented

paper shifting with every pencil stroke

I expressed my feelings but never spoke


Written words

black and white like an old timey movie

they fill the page

different shades of lead I write what may never be read

different views

my thoughts are a play and the lines are a stage


Talking floods the background

I look around and it seems like comments are coming soon

the ones who stand out are doing the same thing as me

but writing differently


Handwritten notes are all I see

They show who you are and who you want to be 

and do not forget to express them freely

This poem is about: 
My community
My country
Our world
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