They Threw a Pen at me

they threw a pen at me

and I almost got offended

it was in slow motion

the top hit my chest then slowly bounced to the ground before me

before me

there were greats

some alive

some aint

all of whom I adore

of whom I appreciate

of whom I wish to reciprocate

with my own little twist that is

so I thanked them for throwing that pen

ever since

I been pouring out my soul on paper

emotions after emotions

enriching the essence of what we call a poem

I make my words speak

lift up off the page n carry you like a magic carpet

cant you feel the vibrations?

the rhythm after every line

every time you read my work

don’t yah heart skip a beat

sometimes when I write I get goosebumps

smiling at the words on my paper

because I know they came from me

I birth them out of my womb

put them together with a little creativity

and formed POETRY

so thank you

whoever threw that pen at me