The truth?
I am terrible at rhyming.
Rhythm, yes, I like to think I have that, the kind of rhythm that pulses in hips and heart and language.
But rhyming is too time-consuming, too thought-blocking, too rigid.
Give me a blank sheet, a pen, and let me scrawl my own rhythm, my heart-thoughts.
But don't make me rhyme. Please oh please don't ask me to rhyme.
My heart doesn't beat in rhyme.
Agreed. Every time I try to rhyme something it ends up being the most ridiculous thing ever.
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