One with my pen

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I am called to war with my pen.

Called to put in black and white words that educate and entertain..

Called to scribble pieces that nurture and counsel.

I am in tune with the silent yearnings of this generation and for this I am Called that out of my belly will flow words that heal and comfort.

I am a voice, speaking through words beautifully curated to give insight and inspire.

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