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I was told to write a poem,
I thought it was going to be hard.
But it wasn't.
I was told to get good grades,
I thought I couldn't do it.
But I could.
I was told to stop talking,
I thought that would be easy.
But I couldn't do it.

I can't silence myself,
And I get in trouble.
And I get yelled at.
But I can't stay quiet.

From the bun in my hair,
To the toes on my feet.
From the clicking of the keyboard,
To the words that I speak.
I am free.

I am free from not knowing what to do with my voice.
I am free from all people telling me to close my mouth.
But if I close my mouth, I close my mind.
And that would be wasting all of these poets time.






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