THIS SORT OF VERSE SHOULD BE LEFT TO THE PROS.
I WORK MOSTLY IN PROSE, C’EST MA FORTÉ.
IN THESE METERED FORMS, MY SHILLS DO NOT LAY
AND WITH LITTLE READING, I’M SURE IT SHOWS.
5 I CAN THINK OF NOTHING BUT THESE STRUGGLES;
MY MIND SET SOLELY ON COMPOSITION
AND MY MOM COMPLAINING OF LOST TUITION.
“DON’T LIVE YOUR LIFE DREAMING, SET SOME GOALS.”
SHE SAYS TO LOOK INTO JOURNALISM.
10 I SCOFF, “THAT MEDIUM? TOO EPHEMERAL.
NOT MY CALLING. IT WOULD BE A PRISON.”
I AM NOT AFRAID TO MAKE A MISTAKE ETERNAL.
I WILL CONTINUE THIS APPRENTICESHIP,
AND WITH THE LANGUAGE, EXTEND THIS COURTSHIP.
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