My face isn't carved in a mountain. I've never been struck by lightning.
I've never saved a crying baby from a burning house fire nor have I over come my misfortunes in life to acquire a name for myself. I consider myself a writer although all I've written is only pieces of torn limbs of my distraught existence. (a bunch of poems)
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Tuesday, January 17, 2017
I can't read or right
read or right
alive or dead
i'm wanted
just the way I am
Right handed I write
From left to right
From the top to the bottom
In plain English
Even with poor grammar
My words become alive
Written down forever
My words will never die
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