This morning I wrote a poem
about a yellow heart...
I am blind,
I don't feel...
I'm crazy so they say. But something tells me I'm...
Have I lost my sanity? I hear myself when I'm not...
I can wipe away my tears
to show I'm a big girl now...
As i place my fingers on the keys
or the pencil in my hand...
Concocted from what is basic,
Pure white and creamy classic...
The shy poet
carries a mouthful of words...
Basketball is my life and sport,
My teammates help me on and off the court...
MUSIC
A beautiful word...
My sister is a hippy
She twirls with great speed...
The beat of the drum and the sigh of the base,
your heart skips a beat...
High speed connections
and neon lights...