By: CEDRIC McClester

I can write
A thousand lines
And still
Not change any minds
Of those who live
Behind closed blinds
And are adverse
To certain signs

I can be
Oh, so Profound
With the words
That I expound
But how can I
Bring them around
If what I say
Does not resound

I can try
As I may
And still fail
To convey
What it is
I’m trying to say
When closed minds
Get in the way

I can yell
‘Til the cows come home
Or sit down and write
An epic tome
And the meaning still
Would remain unknown
Unless their understanding
Has grown






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