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An older poem i found of mind that i had to do for school

 

What is poetry?

But expression of pen?

Whether it be happy,

Or confession of sin.

 

Fears can hide,

From opinions of others.

From friends and family,

Sisters or brothers.

 

In this world,

Emotion set free.

Don’t fear, it’s your choice,

To whom you let see..

 

I’ve said my words,

My deed for the day.

A long way to go,

My debt to repay.

 

With each mark made,

My message let out.

Words speak volume,

Quiet or shout.