My Heart Doesn't Beat With Blood
I've been writing poetry ever since I can remember, and I decided I want to post a few. This is one I did in my fourth grade a loooong time ago.
Title: 'I Am' Poem.
I am a curious person questioning the world,
I wonder too much about the world,
I hear many things people say,
I see many things people have to pay,
I want to be free...me, and visit Chicago, I'm a curious person questioning the world.
I pretend to be bright and happy,
I feel hollow and crappy,
I touch the shadows that feel my sorrow,
I worry if I'll still be breathing, living, tomorrow
I cry out in anger if this insanity, this confusion, I'm a curious person questioning the world.
I understand painful, deafening silence,
I say farewell to all kindness,
I dream about the day this world will change, and see my cousins,
I try to be patient with all this tension and tightness,
I hope my dream will be granted, I am a curious person questioning the world....
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More to come, my dear readers!