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.