Music of poetry
The sphynx taught me, from its prideful legs,
I came into daylight on four legs
I walk through the evening on two legs
I will fall into the night on three legs
On four legs, I crawl, Curious about all
Many worry about one so small
To avoid a dangerous curiosity test,
I would be laid to rest.
Poetry flowed through my ear,
To my heart
The music of poetry makes everything clear
Mary’s lamb became an art
As I walk on two legs
There’s a question that begs
The music in me has evolved,
But has the “new” horrors I have discovered been resolved
The color of my skin dictates my future
The beat of my heart, my music, my poetry; fills my valor
Without the beat, reality will smother and torture
Without the heart, without the brain, without the courage: peace is improbable
I hope from my three legs, I will have inner peace
I will travel to Greece
Calliope and Apollo will guide my pencil over the paper
The music of my life is what I will favor
I will learn from the fates
Colors will be colors and not people
Love will be love and fair equality is clear and never waits
Maybe the world will not be so lethal
Expression of emotions is poetry
Exposures of truth is poetry
Music is poetry
The heart is poetry