Master of Disguise

Come to the place where the grass is green and real Where the trees can feel And the plants can speak the healing words Green When green is clean When heat is sand and mess and sting When air is fly and kiss and dream When type can make me so many things Be here with me Baby Kry to the drama kings And be the rain in the storm of life Be thee mess and strife I am wife Looking to get out get out get out I am always here it is always there I am young and real and fake and scared Money is green It grows legally and illegally Its like the room and chair cry stop Like the pain is real and heal is fake or not I love her energy I loved him momentarily I’m a collage of word poetry Master of disguise momentarily -Jess