My pen is sorrowful
With words is artful
This sheet of paper my universe
It gives me the freedom to be diverse
I need no mask
opinions does not exist
For there is no other to ask
I roam freely, naked with all my scars
No hidden bars
This piece of paper my heaven,
My saving grace, I can always pour my hell
And have no fear of burning it,
And when I am done with my sorrowful pen
This piece of paper always allow me to walk away gracefully.
Written by Micheline Jean Louis
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My favorite parts: I roam freely, naked with all my scars
and My saving grace, I can always pour my hell
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That’s exactly how I feel
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