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About This Poem
Me Being Me
Do real men write poetry?
That's a question I ask
Pouring our inked verse
From our mind to a glass
Dipping our pen
From ink to the page
Images from our spirit
The paper is our stage
Being loving or vulnerable
Maybe playing the fool
Sometimes showing anger
The pen is our tool
Taking our chances
Revealing what we think
Joining with others
Our words are the link
So yes is the answer
A man I can be
Writing my Poetry
Is me being me
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