A Way With Words
They said I have a way with words,
I told them words were the only thing
That gave me a way to have.
They asked what’s the story behind the poem,
I told them the poem
– IS the story.
They wondered how it came so easily,
I thought how absurd it was
For them to think it was so.
They argued about my stereotypes,
I argued that by arguing we were
Simply living proof of them.
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