I think I am a dancer
A dancer to my own music
I think I have grown worms in my stomach
That will someday turn into butterflies
I think I am smart
That out of those rocks they throw at me
I created a museum
A museum of courage and dignity
YOU ARE READING
50 Random Notes
PoésieWords are being fit together to create lines, Lines that sound better in a stanza, Stanzas that will try to creep in your hearts, And these are my random poems, my random notes. -Q "With God, everything is possible"
