My Words
My words shoot up like a fortress and a podium
they lower like a microphone, they wrap me up
like a crass Vegas robe, they compose me
like a masterpiece
I am never something appropriate off the stage
and yet here are my words, here am I
a dreamer, a romantic
A highly impassioned store of perceptions and
affections
A lover who shoes and feeds and cleans
I am a woman, but more than that, I am my words
and those words build a home, a stronghold
Cross me, and I am a whirlwind, a hurricane
destroying without sentiment, wiping the land clean
But smile, and I owe you my world
Loyalty is my love, Honesty my god
and magic never died for me
Maybe I'm a child, maybe I'm a woman
Maybe either is bad, but this is my composition
This is my home, my words, my heart, my might
My existence paints me black and white
I see grey but I see justice, I see prescriptions to be made
whether they be " I love you"
or "I hate you"
I will proclaim it from the heights
The emperor has no clothes
I just want to be with you
I can't sleep tonight...
And you will hear me...
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
