-Pure Black Pen

August 25, 2008
By Victoria Wilson BRONZE, Kissimmee, Florida
Victoria Wilson BRONZE, Kissimmee, Florida
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I sit here…
Here in the cold, dark pencil bag
That lies in your bag
Awaiting the chance
To bring your words to life
To give them their wings
So they can sour
So pick me master
For I am a pure black pen

The author's comments:
I'm different and hated...I'm what people call a loner, I try to walk through life alone. Only to learn that I cant, I'm proud of who I am becoming and I hope I will get there

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