I didn't choose poetry
It chose me
When the world needed a voice
I was chosen
When the lost and hurting
Needed to cry out
I was chosen
As my brother and sister poets before me
I speak for those without a voice
I comfort the hurting
I bring joy to the sad
I didn't choose poetry
It chose me
I accept
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