Poem #7

Why do I write?

Well, on paper my st-st-stutter isn’t a problem.

Through text, I can say anything.
And if some people don’t like it,
Then it really doesn’t matter.
I don’t have to worry about their reactions,
Just mine.

I may be as proper as I see fit,
But there ain’t no rules ‘gainst me shortnin’ what I want, neither.

I can create worlds without gravity,
Or where people grow flowers instead of hair.

When I write,
I am unlimited un my imagination, strength, and intelligence.
I can be whoever I want,
And escape from the monotonous everyday.

Writing is paradise,
And I will never give it up!

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