Inspired

Inspiration is the stillness of the wind

The hand before its been lend

It's the texture of a book 

And the words on the cover forged by pen

For some it's as simple as a grin

For others as large as Belin

But for someone born of African decent

inspiration is the pigment of skin

You are inspired by the scruff on your chin

And her by her bows and her pins

But for someone who inherited poverty

Inspiration lies within

It takes the form of night

And hides within the cracks

For them it takes the form of white 

For me it takes the form of black

It stays close by but strays when left alone

It's fluid like water but strong like stone

But because of how the world is

It has turned my lips into its home

Inspiration inspires

And it sure has inspired me

Inspiration is priceless

but always requires fee

Yet mine was overlooked,

Because i had not enough to pay

Inspiration is that gift from God

Its having a dream and repeating the phase

For some it's as simple as a grin

For others as large as Belin

But for someone born of African decent

inspiration is the pigment of skin