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Am I getting through?
It's hard to be sure because for so long
I've been restricted, confined
Stuck in patterns of lines

Mired in rigid self-imposed rules of expression
This is liberating, I must give my confession
Breaking free of syllabic patterns of enforced time
I'm losing the meters but I'm keeping the rhymes!

                                  Can you dig it, DP? I'm sure you must know
That many an untalented hack has shown
                                  How throwing big words at a page makes you seem deep
Some of these poems aren't fit to wipe between my ass cheeks

I've spent too long stuck
                                            Like a child in class
Being convinced that anything I write would suck
                                             If I didn't produce it exactly as asked

I feel like my output would be so much greater
If 1 DNT WRY @BOUT MKING IT ALL NEATR
And measuring each line a thousand times for meter
Somehow, I've still been subconsiously writing for teacher

This is me
                    Watch me break free
And deliver my message just the way I see
                    It
                    In my head.
                               Scrambled and dirty like a rotten egg.
My rigid, lifeless poems are child's play
Next to some free-writing authors I've read today

So I think it's time to say hello
                                                      And embrace a new way
Of making my vision flow
                                                       And approach the new day
With this new freedom I know

And not be afraid (after smoking some muse)
To write all over the page
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