Poetry
It's my soul
It's a way to express myself
Without having to explain myself
So others can see
My views on everything
It's a beat that never seems to end
Yet people still take advantage of it
Trying to get the writer to pay money for what he told was his
It's not for anyone else but me to see
To know how I feel
It's the writers life written down on paper
As so many of you may know
Poetry is my life
Without it I would be strapped to a chair
Going out of my mind
Poetry is blood
It runs through all of us
Though many do not acknowledge it
Until we get hurt
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