A poet without her pen,
Is a poet without her voice.
Muted and silent,
For no-one to read.
Unheard among the masses,
Unseen among the trees.
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A poet without his pen,
Is a poet without his power.
Weak and feeble,
Not able to help.
Unable to fight injustice,
Unacknowledged in the struggle.
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A poet with their pen,
Is a poet at their strongest.
Loud and visible,
Speaking for those who can’t.
Shouting for those in need,
Screaming to help the world.
Author: The Pesky Poet
Never assume that you are no good at what you love as if you love it enough you will make it better. Take that form a dyslexic who was told they would never be able to write with any quality.
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