Enchanted
Ima a righteous girl
My writing trill
Living in an unjust world
Focusing on alignment still
Why you writing this girl
To tell the whole world
Our cords are still cable
The living is still able
How do I venture out
Without getting torn about
Something to think about
Where there are only words but no mouth
Ripping it open from the inside out
Some often put the pen down
But that’s often where to wear the crown
Until there are no pens around
Am I a part of the lost and found now
What do we do now
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I like the way this poem flowed!
Nice article
So creative