I Present You

I am made of light I am made of stars I am made of confidence that flashs the word bazzare I am hope that travels through me hard And shivers every vein in me... While i deliever this poem And I am made of atoms that till this day are still unknown I am made of the instrumental beat of Eriqa Badu songs I am made of bruised kiss's And these lips push creative words with tense to the mic and ears I made of gods tears and the devils fears I am the finger tips that tap every piano key slowly I am the oil that the brave soliders in Iraq fight for And I am the diamonds that keep rich people wanting more I am the knuckles that peirce happiness with aggretion And i must be the Reper that punches determination till its undefined blue and purple Sometimes i can be the core conret of the devils grounds And other times I can be the blue mist that makes heaven such a bliss I am the cross that jesus once rested on while hurtin but then again i was always out spoken... So I guess you can say I AM the verbal misuse in the media I can feel the bass in your eyes and the reaction on your face is speaking loudly cause you expected me to say my poetry with a different flavor and taste See I'm way to familiar with the word black but yet my words are that I am the scares on my wrist that a razer has penetrated I am the invisable spit that tumbles through the air as we conversated I am the fresh sweeted lollipop that waters your mouth then the taste dropes... I am the word unforgettable and I am the brutal defination of loveable And my sound waves will stay in the air like the pullition of smoke And the manipulation of trust but I am not love I am just lust And the crust on the molded bread that isn't feed to most peoples faces I am the red fresh marks on your hands that you get from defending And I am not perminate I am just a temporiate healing I am the blind light from the sun shine and i classify you as mine .... I am made of dark and I am made of cupids harp