Friday, October 15, 2021

you can't stop us

we have
to write, to scribble.
to find a stick 
and make a mark
in the dirt.
we find cave
walls to put our art,
galleries.
we pencil or chalk
our thoughts,
we're at
all the time,
we finger paint,
or color
even a small page,
a crate,
a box.
you can't stop us,
what's in
must come out, or
else we die,
we're lost.

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