These words are my energy,
Poised and beautiful poetry,
Defining who I are, my identity;
Paving a way for my legacy,
This poetry to me became as pornography.

Both a comfort and an addiction,
This poetry is the key which caused my emancipation;
And her whom I describe as an individual will be the root to my artistic nation.

The birth of poetry was through suffering which evidently caused healing;
As if to say that a world of words and one of wisdom were colliding.

The consequences of being unique,
Are having an intellect on how to speak.
Thus the phases of us are we tend to break,
Meaning we deal with a lot of critique.

For my poetry descends from an ancient philosopher by the name of Avicenna;
A man who was born in Afšana.

This poem is about: 
Our world


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