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This is a poem I wrote – year or so ago – about self censorship. Today seems to be an appropriate time to put this on Poet’s Corner because we can’t let it happen.
The Censored Self
Sometimes
when I say what I mean
or write what I mean
or even
think what I mean
I take it back
to not cause the offense
I didn’t mean.
That won’t work anymore.
I don’t mind
being.
I don’t mind being
my own worst critic
but I’ll be damned
if I’ll be
my own worst censor.
Ellespeth
You’re right, one has to be true to oneself. I like your poem. Cheers 🙂 Irina
Yes, I suppose…it’s all so questionable to me now, Irina. Thanks for continuing to read and comment on my work. I do appreciate this.
Ellespeth
I’ve been learning to use my voice more. Nice poem.
Thanks for reading and commenting on this poem, and for reblog. Writing helps – can’t keep it all inside.
Ellespeth
No problem. Keep up the writing!
Reblogged this on Your Cup of Tea and commented:
Censorship is telling a man he can’t have steak because the baby can’t chew- mark twain
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