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I hide myself, distinctively behind my cursive penmanship
When handling business and getting away from the obvious reality
I purge on the thoughts of me
Justifying the movements created by pass lectures
Pronounced from side languages
I chose the handling of my fingers delicately, with guided precision crafted by practice. I repeat
Myself continuously until satisfied with my work
Bilateral hand pain invites itself into my carpals
Or is it a slight discomfort to soothe my own wandering mind
Pencil or pen no choice wiser than the other
I punish my instrument to the paper to create myself
Constructing and forming, building myself into the perfect calligraphy
I sign my life away with dignity and education
It stand for years to come and repeats as needed
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