The Beautiful Gift of Language
With a swift stroke of my key
I can be anything - anyone - I want to be
With an awesome, original thought
I can create wars that need to be fought
I can put ideas into your mind without ever speaking a word
I can paint the picture of a free and soaring bird
I can make you feel the pain of a mother's tear
I can make you see the terror of a child's fear
You may translate my words, although not very well
My language is mine, for this is my story to tell
This poem is about:
Me