I am....
I am art.
My body is my canvas,
my emotions are my songs,
my heart beats the purest melody all day
and all night long.
When i dance,
I sway to the beat,
When i sing,
all the little blue and brown birds sing along with glee,
I am made of the purest gold,
created from the sweetest honey,
molded from the finest cocoa, I am me....
I stand my ground through all the pain
and the torment.
My body is my canvas, my emotions are my songs, my heart beats the purest melody all day and all night long.
My body is my canvas,
my emotions are my songs,
my heart beats the purest melody all day
and all night long.
When i dance,
I sway to the beat,
When i sing,
all the little blue and brown birds sing along with glee,
I am made of the purest gold,
created from the sweetest honey,
molded from the finest cocoa, I am me....
I stand my ground through all the pain
and the torment.
My body is my canvas, my emotions are my songs, my heart beats the purest melody all day and all night long.
This poem is about:
Me
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