I am nothing.
I am something.
I am everything
that people say.
I am quiet.
I am loud.
I am the annoyance
people crave.
I was such a pushover,
but no longer do I behave.
I live my way
and now I do the pushing.
They can chain me but they can't break me.
I've become a nothing they can't claim.
They can abuse me and they can bruise me
but they can never insult in my name.
I am what they call an overcomer.
I am what they call a fighter.
I am what they call trouble.
I am what they call slain.
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A Personal Poetry Collection
PoetryThis is an assignment I had to do for my Creative Writing class (2015-2016). It consists of six different types of poems: 1) Narrative Poem 2) Simile of Myself 3) Imagery 4) Free Verse 5) Haiku 6) Bio Poem Some of these styles I haven't attempted to...