I pick up the pen and my soul is shown
Ideas through the years showing how I’ve grown
When you look to my poems you see my essence
Unexpected creativity revealing it’s presence
I write down the words and nothing’s held back
I willingly expose the traits that I lack
I am only me with the pen by my side
Ready to reveal everything that I hide
Encouraged to show who I really am
Even if it’s in a way only a few will understand
Getting a point across verbally
Is a method that’s has never been so appealing to me
I’d much rather have my thoughts on paper for the world to see
Making sure people remember my ideas even if they forget me
My poems seem simple but their substance is great
The words flow easily creating my fate.
Provoking me to say whatever is on my mind
Despite the changing of time
To show my thoughts in the prime
The simplicity is surely a sign
The rhythm and rhyme
Helping me to unwind
And show who I am
Now you know where I stand
I am what my words make me
Some may hate me
But my ideas embrace me
And they are all I need
In my attempts to succeed.