i am not going
to rhyme this time.
a strict rebellion. release.
wingéd words outside the cage -
that's right. i'm free. let go
of your preconception,
your box, your book of rules.
the more i know, the less i feel
my poetry is mine.
just let me color my world
with fingers and words.
let me return to my ignorance.
child-like naïveté.
where i am me and
have no need
for questioning.
ahh... I love this one... :)
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