Poetic Flow

This poetic flow that I have My pen to the paper, damn I’m bad The words just guide From my hand to the pad It’s like a thought unfinished Until my hand and wrist get to itching Then the words flow out so slick, so smooth Like my personality, so very cool It just hits me like a flash of light That’s when I begin to write Rhyming words and phrases Always giving praises I don’t know how I got it Where it came from But I take my pen and paper And with a thought I run Writing words as they come to mind Never hesitating, just writing my rhymes I don’t know how it happens, but one thing I do know God has blessed me, with this Poetic Flow…