The way my mind rhymes
You'd think I was a rapper.
But in another time
I was known as the clap-backer.
Quick with my wit
And the venom I spit.
Not worried who I hurt
Just hear my words first!
And then there came a day
When my voice was taken away.
Not a rhyme in my mind
"Shut the fuck up and get in line!"
"Stay in your place,
You're a disgrace!"
"No one wants to hear you!"
Speaking up now made me fearful.
It was probably much worse
but that's what started first.
A damper to my words.
Vocalizing now sounding absurd.
Life lessons now I know
Words can make wounds glow or grow.
So I use my rhymes to heal
Pacing words to make them feel.
Using my wit to make them think
A voice that is distinct.
New ways to spend my time
As verses flood my mind.
~Ruby L.S.~
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Author:
Introverted Sage (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
Make that voice work for you
It may sound corny but true
good poem sage
I hope to see more rage
Thank you!
so true if we are but humble
enough, to learn
our mistakes, can anchor
our evolution
we need only
accept accountability and strive
to do better
next time we're given the opportunity
a great write, dear Poet
thank you
Indeed!
Thank you
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