Grew up with a silent voice
Places screaming at will
For various reasons
Had no choice but to be quiet and still
Wanted to shout and be violent
But my mind is pure violet
With a hand that writes elegantly like a violin
With a tongue as a sword against the villains
Grew up now with a stronger stance
With my heart and mind as my balance
Will not fight but will dance
Smile through the fire's palace
Don't bother arguing with me
I won't waste my voice on you
My mouth is for art and leading
Not for your childish mind that should be in school
YOU ARE READING
A poem's Journey
PoesíaThis is a bundle of 100 poems as a journey I had with the past 3-5 years. Hardships, pains, lost, gains, wins, and adventures. More importantly how I view my world before and the progress I have right now. I want to thank a lot of people with this p...
