It's something I have never been good at. Something about having to rhyme my words and make a beat using syllables has never come naturally. I love to write, but prose is where my words flow from. But despite my lacking skills there is something in me that is drawn to poetry. I think that most things people cannot do they are drawn to. Like a straight haired girl curling her hair while a brunette turns blonde I love poetry. The emotion that can be found, the honesty, the sorrow, the laughter, the joy - it all is beautiful in its own right.
In grade school you are required to read famous poets - from everything that speaks to your soul directly to poems that make no sense at all. But all of it beautiful.
Later in life I was shown slam poetry. Live readings, where you see the poets emotion on their faces, you hear it in their voice and I was mesmorized.
The skills I was lacking portrayed so eloquently in front of me. Yet I am not sad. I enjoy the gifts of others, and i hope you can too.
Here are two of my favorites:
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