Making my own words meant everything to me,
others couldn't see it,
but I never lay down till the words I speak finally rest,
I wanted to shout out to the world.
but my voice wasn't loud enough,
I was below everyone's chin,
I didn't care if I wasn't seen,
my words just need to be loud and free.
Everyone over my shoulders didn't know of my spiritual thoughts,
so I stayed silent with my painful heart,
I was afraid but my soul wanted to be brave,
I started to ball my fist up with anger.
I was mad at everyone above the clouds,
they stand tall and proud,
their smile and grin sharply rose,
I open my notes to make them know I'm a pro.
Just watch me flip through these notes,
I'll make you remember,
or you can forget and let your mind get lost,
so I won't forgive your soul.
I wasn't lost,
through these notes I found that rushing feeling,
I read out loud to myself,
the aggressive words I heard was my brutal spirit.
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Reasons To Fly
PoesíaI always had a reason to fly with the wind, these poems I write flow through me as I touch the clouds. Come with me and listen to my words in the sky, we all can share our poetry with your brightest heart and darkest thoughts. This is a collection o...
