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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