So, this poem is kind of odd, but I think it's still kind of cool, too. It was part of a poem exercise that I did in my independent writing class. I picked three random magazine clippings from a box and was supposed to make a poem from those clippings. My clippings were the following: "Free gloves," "Take charge," and "Get glowing." So...the poem below is the result.
Do you ever feel
that you want to be free?
Free like
free gloves.
Tired of being worn down
and used,
covering up and caring for others
but not yourself.
You need to take charge
and get glowing
like white gloves
dropped in the dark.
Free like
free gloves.
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