I was a gypsy from Spain that roamed the streets dancing for another sunrise
I was a politician that stood next to historical angels moving crowds and grasping hearts with words and a podium
I was a mother with a big family that adores the kitchen and hung damp clothing on a line while carrying a lemonade pitcher to the young man fixing the playground swing
I was a developer stuck behind a desk finding out the best way to market the newest...
I was a a writer wrapped up in madness underneath a thick smoke of opium waiting for my chance to shine
I was a detective married to the mysteries and darkness of the nightwalkers
I was a Chinese wife that practiced kung fu in my bonzai garden submissive but powerful
I was a Japanese teacher that strung music along bamboo benches underneath cherry blossoms
I was an actress that hid behind camera shots and makeup to conceal the truth but project believable lies....
Who were you in a past life?
"This passion, this burn, this fire... it will consume me eventually."
Me, myself, & my mic
"My touch sets the pace as I lace my fingers around it's thin waist, and my voice sends static music that hypnotizes you without a choice, and my words? Oh, my words. They are the potency behind my sweet lips poetic bite. Just me, myself, & my mic.
2 comments:
AWESOME MI ANGEL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!LOVE IT
WOW U ARE VERY TALENTED KEEP DOING WHAT YOU LIKED THE MOST WRITE,UNTIL YOU IMAGINATION,TELL U TO STOP,AND WHEN THAT HAPPEN TAKE A BREAK AND STAR WRITING AGAIN,VERY NICE,WHY DON'T U TRY TO WRITE A NOVEL OR A CHILDREN BOOK?I M SURE U WILL SUCCEED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!:)
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