I once was mistaken for beautiful
I decided not to use my voice and the public was forced to read my face instead.
I once lost hearing and my brother
made the most fire beat with his drums.
I once lost my writing pen so I screamed I cried I damn near lost my vision because everything I thought, I challenged myself to see.
I carved a new pen from my bones
and now I know
how new verses
are created.
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