beginning poet
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Behind ev’ry face,
There is a room;
A room filled with
Tons of drawers.
Hidd’n in these drawers
I don't know much about poetry.
When I was in the first grade, I thought it was about rhyme
That was the only thing I knew about it at the time
And that's all that poetry meant to me.
Kindness is feeling
Pain and not wanting someone to go through that
Kindness is seeing
Someone who's hurt and wanting to help
Kindness is showing
Love and kindness
Kindness is knowing
I drag my feet through the halls.
Tired eyes, stress at home. Please do not fall.
Friends turned their backs.
Feeling all alone, all I needed was a good smack.
That person, who believes...believes in me.
