A Piece of Me
You see my tears, are soaking every page,
My words are dried by my rage,
You’ll rarely see me this passionate,
These feelings reflect my mindset,
I might be quite hard to read,
But don’t allow me to mislead you,
With my thoughts, however insane,
The truth I bear is my legit pain,
Voices all around me dictate how I should be,
Unsure of who to listen to,
I look at life through a different view.
You see, this ‘thing’ I do, is more than poetry,
I call it my Mental Industry,
It lays down before me, my concepts of life,
Some days, my focus is justice vs strife,
And other days, the perception I write,
Could be about all the good that I sight,
This business is unpredictable,
But it’s a part of me that’s beautiful,
These letters are an extension of my mind,
They help me find peace, relax, unwind.
Don’t underestimate the strength that words uphold,
They are the key to action – so I‘ve been told,
A lot of my rhymes may not bring great clarity,
But I tell You they all mean something to me.
So remember, this little ‘thing’ I do,
Is more than just a ‘thing’ I do,
It’s a piece of me, laid out for you.
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