I'm still waiting on that verse to fall

And crack open on my head

Ill clean the gooey mess from my hair

Then condense it into lead

From there ill write a poem

Short, light and sweat

And that baby verse will grow

Until people know what I believe

And she'll spread her wisdom

Up and down the avenue

She'll infect others with passion

Spread courage through and through

And they'll understand her meaning

They'll understand her words

They'll try their best to live selflessly

And believe in life's true worth

So when that day does come

I hope I have the strength to raise

A poem that has the power to move

A poem that has the power to change