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when it’s written
in ink
i am talented
they tell me i was born
with poems
trailing in the imprints
of my footsteps

but when i try to use
my voice
it cracks and breaks
and they say
they’ve heard it all before
that i cry wolf
like a lamb
with an agenda
for attention

and one morning
the world will wake up
without me
to a letter
written in red
and everything i said
will have come true

they’ll point their fingers
at one another
and nobody
will believe
they had anything to do with it

they’ll frame my works
in gold
and every word i spoke
will be
forgotten

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