Am I Broken?

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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