I am Nothing but a child.
I am Unworthy to be heard.
The adults, they scream
Fix your hair
When finding my voice I had to hide in my room with
only the comfort of my tie-dye wall paper and earthquake- causing music to
welcome my creativity.
Even then my words were Broken
Only after my friends called me home,
called me to my true reality of crazy ceepy creativity
did I find my words.
My words awoke in me with witty waves of
My words fought for their place in the world.
What master of creativity,
become if I,
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