My response to a poem well written
How dare you pick up that pen?!
Rotate it between your thumb and finger
Produce an idea so sophisticated
That it leaves me stunned with a short
Response
Well, I never would steal from you but
Here you are blatantly stealing from me
And when you leave, I grieve
Because I'm a cracker-jack poet stuck
Between jingles and rhymes
Nothing worth seeing, but then I think
"How dare I?"
Let Satan get the best
Allowing him to make me believe that
This gift from God is something only I
Can possess.
YOU ARE READING
:Distorted Beauty
PoetryThis is the beginning stages of a poem book that my sister and I are writing. We encourage comments and we do hope you enjoy it. More is soon to come by: Mikayla & Tiffany Moss
