Apollo's Pen

I had always loved that cloth called smile So pure n immaculate on a newborn It didn't make a slave a slave All I wanted was to sew for others What if my breath could birth good melody? And my lungs could air euphonious octaves? I'd really pleasure making Nightingales timid And to beguile mortals with my dauntless vocal cords I could be more deep with my expression Set my mind free n paint it for the world Colour my universe with my passion All I wanted was to bring me to cosmos Only if my feet were not this strict And my waist n loins were a bit lax I'd gladly obey the drum's call And make these knees talk But Apollo gave me his pen And my ink never dried up Perhaps hope didn't go to oblivion All he wanted was a dinner with me I could make my heart sing And make mortals' minds canvas So I could make the slave walk on air And my mind could dance to poetry's beat All with this pen Eminent