I am a poet.
My pen is my sword
The ancestors and God fuel my every word
Flowing out of this trident is ink from the depths of the ocean
Salt water tears shed on Sunday mornings
Psalms murmured through my lips
Hymns moving my hips
Poetry is my Rhythm & Blues
My salvation and prayer
To be handled with the utmost care,
I’d rather die and be born again
Than to live an eternity of sin
So it is with this poem I breathe
And with new life I see
The glory that is God
And how She lives in me.