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Strolling, walking, ambling
So many ways to just say walking
People go through life, focused on themselves
Not noticing those few who sit and watch
Poetry taught me how to be proud of myself
When I used words that expressed things heartfelt
A message that I believed in.
Poetry taught me how to express
Things that I couldn’t naturally profess
You cannot see the beguiling manner of those people
You, an amiable person
Them, a people of many faces
You run past the boisterous crowds
Only aiming to please
Behind the false perfection,
A writer’s sword is a pen
Green, blue, red, black, yellow ink
Inside a long plastic contraption
It spews words exempt for bigotry
And hatred.
A writer’s pen stops magic from happening during a
