Literacy

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: September 29, 2018

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My pen lies in the grasp of a child

that has every quality of such innocence,

bar the penny-less smile.

This pen is a heavy burden,

thus, these little fingers tremble;

each and every word begging the flimsy page to harden -

that my wild thoughts may assemble.

 

I write on the bottom step of my mother's staircase,

ashamed that I misspelt my name -

the walls were painted white before,

before the garden was full of mocking-jays.


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