A poem about writer's block, Learning To Write, comments or criticism?

learning write

in first grade given
fat pencils.
our little hands not
manage usual thin kind.
fat pencils had
strong smells.
graphite, wood, eraser.
wrote our letters
on paper dotted lines
learn
proper way write.

want proper way write.
wait words come
scrolling through brain.
listening intently through
internal noise,
catch glimpse,
cannot grasp in fingers.
no matter, waiting here
, find fat pencil.

learning write in first grade given fat pencils. our little hands not manage usual thin kind. fat pencils had strong smells. graphite, wood, eraser. wrote our letters on paper dotted lines learn proper way write. want proper way to...

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