Just a poet building himself up and sharing with you my thoughts.
What took you all night
Took me all day.
What you found heavy
I found light.
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Let them think you're not worth it.
Let them think you're not enough.
But know this:
Mediocrity isn't for me.
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We cradle dreams, we build, we break, we heal,
In labor, love, and loss, calloused hands reveal.
Life lines drawn in the palm of my hand,
Scars from touches too plain to understand.
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Some speak to be heard,
others to be understood.
Some raise the volume,
others raise the truth.
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We craft our worlds from fragile sound,
Each syllable a seed we've found.
A word can wound, a word can mend,
It starts a war, or makes amends.
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