poem #2

No longer tredding water

Locked up being his daughter, drowning in the open water.

Puffed up like a fish floating on its back you thought me dead, attacked.

That’s when I surprised you.

That’s when I surprised me.

Had no idea I could swim so swimmingly.

Unclog the drain inside my brain, the flow returns so quickly. 

Now I’m writin’ rhymns and filling in the space- with grace, red lips and a pretty smiling face.

All to embrace the creation of creation- one word closer to my own manifestation. 

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