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Hey so I wrote a poem and um I'm gonna throw this here and see how it goes.
I am Not Trapped in This Body, I am the Body
AKA a pile of word vomit I made
I am not trapped in this body.
This body is all mine.
I do not move this body,
I am moving.
I am not trapped by my flesh,
Only how others perceive it.
I yearn to change,
But does the water not yearn to flow?
I pine to be able to change,
Just as the Oxen pine to be let out to roam.
So do not say it is unnatural to want to change.
For It Is More Unnatural
To stay
The same.
Please tell me if my poem was horrible. Like please I need to know so I can never post poems again. If i am not stopped I might post more poems