I Hate Writing.

I started wrtiting

to complete an English assignment. 

I never thought life could be worse. 

I hated writing. 

The teacher required biweekly trips 

to the art museum to "find inspiration." 

I trudged along, angry and indignant. 

Sitting underneath my favorite painting, 

I found it. 

My pen hit the paper

and hasn't stopped since.

I found inspiration,

and I found myself. 

This poem is about: 


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