I Wonder Why

I wonder why i write rhymes and my root rings in rhapsodies, oh, my mouth moves in melodies ....my pen is pegged to poetry. I wonder why I woo words that makes mighty men melt like butter...bowing, blessing my passions, pride and poems. I wonder why I want wealth to flow freely on my funky field. Oh! My verities, verses and vibes are vunerable' versatile...very vital. I wonder why I'm wide and wild about African art, accent and adages. Oh, I'm tied to our tongue and tales, it's making my heart's high, hot, not haughty