U R You-niquely U

You picked up the pen...and there you
Decided that you and only you would
Tell the tale of you...
Yes....you have read books...
Many many books...
But you knew then....
Knew how to read books
What they were intended for...originally
Inspiration...
They were never meant to serve as blueprints
To be followed to a T...
Unthinkingly
Copied to..perfection...
Plagiarized...
No...
That would be the same as copying
Someone's Soul..
In a manner of speaking...
 
You instead chose to express the
Uninhibited you
The mis-interpreted you
The unexpected creative you...
The never talked about to your family you
 
You said...FUCK THAT...
FUCK THIS SHIT!
Enough of listening to people ramble on
About things they KNEW they were smart about
 
Time to do you
The you-nique u
And that's where your pen transforms..
Becoming...
You sword in which you use to battle your own demons
Your spaceship where you travel to places beyond your sight
Your mega-phone speaking for those who have no voice
Your drug in which you inject yourself with never
Before felt sensations of euphoria...
Your preacher blessin you with sermons designed
Especially for you and you alone
Your sado-masochist dripping ink-stains of forbidden pleasure
Your judge jury and executioner convicting you as
No one else can..
Or has the right to do...
 
Your pen in effect has become an extension of
Your free will
To do with as you please...
So please..
Never let another taint your pen
For it is your last vestige of freedom
The only place left where you can express
The you-niquely gifted you...
 
PEACE....