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Apr 2013
My pen is my only friend. When imagine thoughts most couldn't think, I merge the ink with the page and release this rage. The thoughts inside this head are things a man should've never said. With my pen I can erase my fears and wipe away my tears. Tears that have been stained in a shy black kid's brain. Without my pen, society has me wrapped in a 100 pound chain. With this pen I get wiser as I get older. My pen is the sword and I am the soldier.
Written by
allhailaalim  Mansfield
(Mansfield)   
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