If all the world was blind, no early judgement, racism, ever would exist.
But what would art, calligraphy, or beauty even mean?
If the world was deaf, no mean words would be heard.
But what would oral speeches, voices, or music even mean?
In all the world was deaf and blind, nothing bad could be seen or said, heard.
But neither would anything good be seen or said or heard.
I would rather wear the insults, and be judged by my face,
Then lose forever the beauty that is art, music, and voice.
For where there is dark, there will be light, and
Without dark, what is light?
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A Teenager's Thoughts In Poetry
PoetryWhy am I writing poetry? Honestly, because it's somewhat easier to write than short stories. Or books for that matter.