People that I love say my poetry can slash your wrists,
I think of it of more provoking and artistry formed
A module of desire and a little bit of a norm.
Gods gift to me to release forthcoming words
A state of art where the spirit meets the heart
And love for humanity is where it starts.
The words appear and form a paraphernalia of text
A deluge of language tried to be put into perspective
A humble language and balanced selective.
Look at me, do I not do the functions you do
I have a gift to write with meaningful text and humble heart,
Look at the world as it stands
A forthcoming of the beauty we all about to stand.
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