{ 光 } ━ 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝟣𝟩𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋 ( fin )

♛: pen for penmanship

She writes.

She muses in a kaleidoscope of colors

And with her favorite pen,

she scribbles in black and white.

They'd whisper:

"Then surely not for full time is it?"

She'd say nothing and in her brisk script

and onyx ink- she'd write.

They'd never given her a need to say anything.

She'd been mute by practice, not by choice.

That's why she wrote about 'that man.'

The one in the black charisma tux

richly tailored with a sparkly white grin.

She wrote: Had I known a swindler's smile,

My young skin would've screamed louder.

Her cursive scratched into script at that,

screaming from the top of her pen with raging silence.

And so

she writes and teaches to write.

Giving out an A for effort,

an A plus for voice

and a pen for penmanship.

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Babes, if something's ever wrong I urge you to speak out. Loudly and with purpose.