~ p.o.e.t.r.y. ~

What's a mind caged in captivity, with no capacity to absorb knowledge,

hollow depths weep for recognition as droplets , of ink spill from my pen,

I can't begin, to tell you how I care not if you understand these gifted words leaking,

keeping my hand in motion, interwoven are my emotions, my life, that constitutes

a woman, blessed, yes_s, the sweet caress of my pen on paper, supplies oxygen to my soul, craving the

possibilities to release my poetic yolks, from the shells that holds wisdom, placating my love addiction

to lyricism, giving life to words written, achieving grandiose heights and evoking divine inspiration,

poetry is my medication, subduing my pain into

admiration, to survive, to speak what resides inside me, the good, the bad, the ugly,

slanted eyes that judge me, are missing out on the beauty that defines a real woman,

a woman who knows how to see past smoke screens, a woman who expresses what she believes

with no make up, no front, just giving my all uncut, I care nothing about taking risks, I'mma beast with

my pen, imperfections I have them, however, my pen compliments me, understanding that at times

I'm gentle,




or just in need of releasing these emotions of mine

I find myself infatuated with its richness, I'm addicted

like a nympho to sex, performing sketched, designs of my life

like an architect, knowledge is power, power is respect, for all

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