The first time I wrote a verse
On and on words I rehearsed.
My pencil, it speaks.
For others to listen.
Gives me strength to the weak,
Grant blind, the vision.
Used to think it wasn’t with worth
But had the priceless feeling of
a baby’s birth.
Though my head spins, like
the movement of Earth
I found out the powerful
magic of words.
Where my world is not confined by bars on my windows.
Where my bracelet does not define me by a number on my wrist, oh
Where I could find out where all of the bliss glows!
Where in my mind, I don’t have to come to grips, no.
This is where I can move without asking for permission
Where I can fuse my reality with the life that I envisioned
Where if I lose, at least I had a chance of winning
Where I can cherish life without feeling imprisoned