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...