Kiss the ink on my hands As I knit words together So effortlessly and creatively Like a game scribble Thy Shakespeare of this era Diving deep in metaphors and similes Paging and puking ink on blank papers Expressing myself like an angry poet I say swept me on my hands As the power and magic are in my hands I play with words and create magic Taking to the world of imagination Born a writer Call me a waiter serving words Writing is my passion
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Keep it up Tia, love what you are, will read these poems to my children every night