Reading poetry all my life,
inspired to write,
grabbed my pen,
held on tight,
all my might,
let my fingers,
do the whipping,
letting my wrist do the spitting.
Not talking,
just writing,
not telling,
just hiding,
My poetry,
my first words,
spoke about me,
not us, them, or we.
It tells my story,
of how I began to live,
never again a lie,
a fib.
I'm here now,
to spread my word,
my time on this earth,
THE STORY WILL BE HEARD!
finally,
it's all about me,
I can tell how I feel,
and how I will be.
Just me, and my poetry.
