My Pencil

Inside this Pencil is a fist full of thoughts

Inside this pencil is a boy that did not want to go to waste and know I'm orignal not store bought

Inside this pencil is a boy who did not want to be a product of where he was from but where he was going to be

This pencil contains a voice and opinions

This pencil is not my prison

This pencil is the bridge from my brain to the page

This pencil contains miles of words put them in blocks for me to see

This pencil has a mind of its own that has no cage and continues to fill that next empty page

Day after day