kid writes a poem.

in first grademy teacher struck down my first poem
she told me
poems do not need to rhyme
and so
on that day i fired a shuttle
through the atmosphere
broke free of this mortal earth
and i
became poetry bound
in veins and synapses
bleeding into ink blot thoughts

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