Stuff of Poetry

Made from the stuff of verse My soul bleeds imagery Fashioned with pen Created with paper And moulded by word I am the stuff of poetry Cut by the Pauses, rhymes and beats That shaped me Surrender to the hardened, ink- infested fingers of my creator My spirit was formed in her palms Poetry my maker A descendant of zulu praise names The daughter of sonnet and ballad I was raised by slam, syllables, solliloqouys, Tribute to the village that raised me I am the stuff of poetry