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What Words Can Do

Hello Winnietalker loyalists what's up? I'm sorry for my partial presence and literary unstableness which has resulted in a series of continuous poems and no article. The reason being that words fail me every time I try to write an article but it never does when it comes to poetry because poetry is spontaneous. I apologise to those who love Winnietalker but have been unable to form a relationship with poetry due to its sometimes difficult to understand nature. That's that, down to business.

 Whenever I write, I write because something has really angered or saddened me and so today, I want to vent my anger right here. I'm not too happy about the way people talk these days, youths and elderly ones alike. I find it so sad to see that at a difficult time such as one the world is passing through when all we need are words of soothing nature and of therapeutic effect people are still being mean.
 So many times we blurt out expressions before we think about them and do not consider how the other party feels. While being blunt is not necessarily a sin, being nice isn't either. Ralph Waldo Emerson once said  "Speech is power: speech is to persuade, to convert, to compel. It is to bring another out of his bad sense into your good sense." Speech ought not be something that tears another emotionally, it should be loving, graceful and everything beautiful. Dear reader, treat your words like a piece of art, take time to carve it beautifully before you present it to the world, your words should not cause pain, let them cause laughter. Have a nice day.

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