Pen and Paper

When I write I am free

Through the eyes of my pen I see

A vision with beauty no blemishes

Some may call my style feminist

All is well with the world

My content as rich as some pearls

With these words I am stalking

An open book that keeps talking

My mental spilling out on this paper

No time to rap see you later

It’s just me and my pen

Over and over again

We’ve got our own conversation

Like lovers having relations

This pen and paper is serious

On the verge of mysterious

How my words just be killing

Expressing how I am feeling

Sometimes I start writing

Words come out fighting

In this life full of sin

I’m sure to win with my pen

Scoring big with my thoughts

I refuse to take a loss

Like a crook on a caper

It’s me my pen and my paper