words words words

i do not pretend to be poetic
that i happen to write poetry
is a happy accident
the pen found me when i was 9 or 10
when the only safe ears
were drawn flat across a piece of paper
not much has changed since then
words are still the best friends
and worst enemy
a girl like me could ever have

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