Writing Me

I Can't Write Stories by HQHeart

a poet unrefined yet amicable
thought frivolous by the masses
a student once
confined by society’s classes
and still none of the above
a woman a mother
friend lover
a writer beyond the labels
a writer as long as i’m able
i am my pen
i am my words
i write
i fight
i free the masses
stuck in countless classes
i write because it heals
it conveys the way i feel
a portal so I know the world is real
it is all i know how to be
my mirror
through which the world sees
me

©Daydreamer

Posted for Writing, 3WW Week No. 411, and Me.  Please view and comment on some of the other poems posted as well!  Enjoy!

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16 thoughts on “Writing Me”

  1. I really enjoyed reading this . Yes I type and then find the photos that go with the poem or the photos i know i have taken inspire the lines but I think in photos I think in rhyme. I love the way you wrote this poem!

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