The Contest


history repeats
is it a shame
we all try to
be the same
so why do
we present change
false accusations
my wage is not
what i'm really making
so i signed up to a poetry
competition
not to increase my figures
but to share
the sweetness of poetry
to my dear youth yet
everyone thinks it's a game
for the pain i feel inside
is neglected
but judged
while in the
meantime
i suffer
doing what i love while
it's judged

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