Just Me

Who is me
That writes  
Never pretending  
To be right  
When I grab this pen
Giving birth to words
Like a new daughter or son
I provide  
A page full of thoughts and soul  
My off spring  
Is what you see  
Sexual intercourse  
With my hand and ink tip
Producing multiples of me
How can I lie  
And say these are not me
No Maury or running from child support  
Or denial from me
I accept all my kids  
The words you read  
Is simply....
Just me