The Art of Poetry

This is a letter of apology. To all it may pertain to. I hear by apologize for everything I didn't do . I apologize for not being loud enough. I apologize for not being reckless enough. I apologize for not standing when they told me sit. I apologize for not empting the can of spray paint all over that building. For not holding up those needed it the most. For not running when they told me to halt. Anarchy, they yelled ANARCHY! and I just sat there and watched. Watched as my fellow brethren and sisters were beat, accosted, and abused. I renounce my very own cause and for that I am Sorry. But I am not sorry for the things I did do. For the things I did do are what kept me alive, and for this I can not apologize for. Just know if I could do it all over again this letter would not be an apology but a confession. Sincerely, Speranza Abbandonata

i have an interesting past a bright present & a funny future What Am I?

I was born with a silver tongue It is quick, fierce Unforgiving and has been dipped in one of the most Deadliest Poisons