My gift, my choice
My weapon, my voice
My word, my chant,
My song, my dance
My hand, it writes
As my mind is in flight
And my rhythm gains strength
As my poem grows in length
How familiar it feels
To let out a rhyme
To express my feelings
through iambic time
I live in metaphors
I dream in chaos
I create the future
And form the earth
With the memories and feelings
I’ve had since birth
To read this is to hear
My one true story
Through confused, analyzed thoughts
Made in many anxious knots