What Poetry Taught Me
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Individualized with status and personality,
People are nonetheless the same.
Religious beliefs, race, and anatomy—
All flow in a similar vein.
The words in my head keep me laid down in bed
They are overbearing, I am always wary
My laptop, the shiny bright light
I press the keys and begin to write
Poets have been wandering for millions of years,
but when did they find the power to save us?
Poetry teaches us things unseen, about kindess and hate and what it means to love.
But how did the poets save us?
