The little things I see every day, I see art
My mind constantly creates imaginations
What I write is what I see and what I see is what I write
I have a poet in me because my life is full of broken pieces
That need to be fixed
I have a poet in me because my life has some troubles that I
Cannot tell anyone except the pen and a paper
I have a poet in me because it’s not just about me
What I write sometimes is not just about me,
But the sorrows of the human race
My writing carries the skeletons of Shakespeare
Some poems that died with him haunt me to no end
At first, I was scared but now I have embraced them and its time
To let them free, my writing is art, if you look closely into these
Words you will see articulate paint of Leonardo, the sadness in
These writings resemble Monalisa
Let me tell the tale of the raging fire within me
Let me exhibit my second personality in front of many
Lastly let me be the living soul that died ages ago
Let me release the poems that crack my cranium wide open
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