
I read aloud my poem in front of the rest of the class in today poetry class. I wrote it this dawn, about
Pray, I do the prayer.
I say the pray every single night, every single day to You, my Lord.
The first thing to hope from You is making me as a thankful sleeve.
A thankful woman to be able in expressing this gratitude.
That You’ve given me such a nice thing names family.
That You’ve given me a priceless thing names friendship.
That You’ve given me so much responsibility.
Then You gather them into one and let them in me to keep.
Sometimes I can’t set myself to be humble
I state my wishes but I gabble
Eventhough understanding my heart You are able
However, I shouldn’t make my pray as a gamble
I was ignorant, and am!
Please, slap me God. I deserve for it.
Spread me out from this world just gimme a bit.
I still need to be thankful. That is my aim.
No applause, tough. Just a bit ‘ehem’ from some friends before reading my poem aloud. Anyway, the poem above is really pure from me, about myself, absolutely me, not whoever.
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