I Am from where the bullets Lie
And the lost souls of children cry
My grandmother's house was my safe havenA young girl with such big dreams and passion in a place full of dark souls and twisted minds
Voices of different artist
The instruments of classical music
was her sanity to peaceI Am from a studio where the sounds of drums and different variations of music
Filled your blood line
Flowing into your hips
Till you can't help but not to
Get up and danceI Am from a stage
Where i can go and forget about the world
My coca skin glincing against the lights
My Distintive heavy voice filling the room
My stomach occupied with butterflies
Where the sound of clapping is my heart beatI Am from a church
Where you can praise god
But also pray about the hard times
Where everyone is your loving family
The shouting of relief
And the the voices of 25 choir members
Where our musicI Am from music
but existed in a place where
Everything's going to be alright-Nikkia Daja Staples
YOU ARE READING
When the colors of the rainbow sing
PoesiaBasically these are random short storys \ poems all written by me Im just beginning so cut me so slack☺️