Letter Teachings.

Nine year old me, 

wrote how she hated to be, 

enclapsed in a world, 

full of misery. 

 

Thirteen year old me,

hated to see

how the world, 

percieved women to be. 

 

Eighteen year old me

found a voice,

in poetry.

This poem is about: 
Our world

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