Literature was instilled in me by
nature
Poetry is my consuming passion
I got more degrees that the
thermometer
But I’m most unlikely to be a poet
I may not be an interested reader
But I can memorize a reality and
put it to poetry
Once I drop this pen
You can classify me as a temporary
illiterate
O dear me, I am becoming a god
This is far from stupid
I can’t stop doing this
But I don’t believe it is an
addiction
I am just a boy
Simply trying to unravel a puzzle
On how to find a living
relationship with my pen
But knowing this does not answer my
heart’s cry
Pens can be controversial
But in the name of sanity
And for the sake of clarity
Read through the lines
Understand it
Before passing judgment on the
writer
The things written here
Allows a non-artistically mind a fingernail
hold on art
It is necessary to distinguish
between errors
Which always merits repudiation
And the person in error
Who never loses the dignity of
being a person
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