One last thought

I fell in love with words written on paper
when i was really young   I spent grade school at Freeman
this is the south end of flint mi
lived around a not yet de-segregated community
it was a lie about those people, or those people taking over the world
that always comes down to the same   every time
so here i am deciding whether i publish anymore of these babies of mine
anyways i found Stevie Wonder in the isles of my schools' library
and Woody Guthrie he was up there also   books about dogs
books about boys and dogs  books about fucking everything
i found my very 1st treasure and it was full   from front to back
the scent of knowledge was upon me  i could learn and keep it to myself
i could write without punctuation and get away with it   this is where i thought
"my words my rules"   see just like that   you didn't have to be good or bad
you just had to open the pages   words are magic  i read something and it means
this to me and it means that to you   shivers down your spine or a tear to your eye
i am rattling on  i love to write it takes me to the sky above everything
i look down to see what will come to the good end of a pencil   so no matter what we all decide   keep that pencil at the ready.

Regards

Bat Powers