Paint pallets
Location
As bare as a freshly constructed beat
A song in the beginning stages
No auto tune, no mastering
Listen to my song, this here is me
Couldn't walk until I was 3
My first step was a sprint
Now you can call me a track runner
Pushing for first place
The prize a nice degree and a salary
Since a young one
Would rather read for fun
Pass the Harry Potter
You can keep the drugs
I'll take a shot of Shakespeare
Woe is me woe is we woe is thee
Drunk off literature
Novels, short stories, magazines
Feed em to me
Feed me words
Couldn't walk but I was reading before 3
These bones here are made of poetry
Might I say, Poe might be kin to me
Pieces of me woven into the seams of stanzas
No rhyme pattern here
I flow freely
A sea of verses
Going with the pull of the tide
Looking to the moon to guide me
An arm that bares scars
Remains from old hurt
Reminders that I saw hell
Danced with my devils
Then tangoed my way out
Takes one strong mind
To beat a self harming obsession
Once craved engulfing myself with flames
Not caring for the pain burns bring
Stronger now, healthier now
The only fire I get close to
Is the fire of desire burning inside
Knowing what self destruction is
And never going through it again
A smile on my face
Looking in the mirror at a better me
Not knowing what my future brings
I can only hope its everything I dream
In my mind I seek
Freedom to be who I wish to be
I wear my fro proudly
I fight for the rights of us all boldly
As a young women I seek equality
As a black young women I seek equality
Looking at the faces of younger sisters
Faces that look just like me
Looking up to me
For them I work to be all that I can be
Bulldoze these walls down
In the middle of an empty, white walled room
Here sits me
Paint in one hand
Brush in another
Ready to let loose
This is art
This is me