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All the time when I rhyme, I think it’s sublime
But in fact it can be bad no matter how much I add Counting the syllables won't help me prevail Don't think I'm not trying, even if I fail Except when I'm good, but how rare is that? Few times I go hood, so I grab my gat Going for gold will always be old However it's bold, and a story to be told I'm a bit of a poet, and I know it, so I'll show it Just as I learn new things and keep on growing Knowing how to live, love, and laugh Lying only to people who don't know the half More or less, I’m the best, don't let it rest Never let others compare me to their mess Only be judged with love by mom, Poetry touched with love or by god Quietly hush and shush me calm Really sad poems can bring out tears Sob all you want, it won't go away Try to hide it inside and cry, and I'll die from all my fears Unique in my own way, and stay forever the same Very unusual, in a mutual and respectful way Why some are fake, I cannot say X-ray sees inside me, but not my personality You can tell by my smell, I mostly mean to do well Zipped up in words, my brain is fried |
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Editors liked the poem's strong sense of rhythm and the contemporary tone. Majerus Dulberg upped the challenge for himself by successfully adding internal rhyme, a difficult rhyme scheme to accomplish. Majerus Dulberg is a 10th grade student from Atlantic High School.