I remember my first 1,062 words, Every syllable written with an sketch of my pain, I remember the days Where "words" helped me ease the pain. in this sentence I can't complain. I owe it all to the lines L I E The truth into somewhat, Only POETRY understands.. How it made me a man. If poetry was your mouth piece What would you stand Foe?
RAISE UP YOUR FIST, OR SHALL I SAY! YOUR PEN! EMPOWER THESE YOUNG, INSPIRING, INTELLIGENT WRITERS Age does not mix between the lines. Write. Write. WRITE.