I want to be a Def Poet, so that no one can hear
listen to the feelings my words evoke through your ears.
I want to be a Blind Poet, so that no one can see
Vision my story and take the Journey with me.
I don't want to write with a Pen...I'd rather paint with my mouth
Hills of Love and Valley's of Passion
Oceans of Pain... through many days of rain
Searching for my roots, leads me to...
find knowledge to gain
See My experience leaves me inept to continue this story alone
I'm searching for the one I can call my own.
Come Paint with me Baby, we have a story to tell.
Mix my Blues with you Greens
Purple passions in between.
I wanna learn your stroke... you make such a beautiful scene.
Let's create our own colors; Break every rule
Color outside my lines baby, I'm asking you to!
Use ME as the canvas, I want to be your Muse
We can create our own Music, to make love to
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