Its not my fault if I'm inspired
i raise my hands n i write until I'm tired
the thoughts in my mind
as i write, it reveals , it unwinds
the positivity of my creativity
is whats excites me
inspiration
from the weirdest situation
hate love death discrimination
is where i get it from
the peace in my meditation
the relief i feel at the end of my creation
i may not express my self verbally
but the intensity of my poetry
defines whats on my mind and whats in me
blissful and sometimes dreadful
worthless and sometimes speechless
nevertheless here is where i let it rest
its a natural thing it comes out it flows i know it
I'm bless
