I put my pencil to the paper to drain my mind of flooded thoughts
No need to look at the page my hand knows my brain's soughts
From my emotions to conscious subjects I write it out in a cursive vent
My mind would blow if not for this gift so I think its time well spent.
For you to hear my soul through rhyming words is my hearts desire
You'll connect with my feelings as your eyes scan your insides will burn with fire.
We're all human needing relations and this art is perfect for hearing each others plea
So this is why I write, to share my light, can you feel me Power Poetry?