When I pick up my pen I feel free! I can be myself without no hesitation. My paper don’t judge me and my pen never fails me. When I pick up my pen my thoughts flow ever so freely. I don’t have to hide, I don’t have to be afraid I can just be myself. At times so many thoughts run through my head I can’t get them down fast enough to play back everything that my mind said.
When I pick up my pen I’m in my safety zone! Caution tape yellow, stop light red beware of me when I’m in my overflow. They hate it when I’m zoned out, I’m kinda hard for them to figure out. I’m not an open book I keep telling them they have to turn the pages to see what i’m all about.
When I pick up my pen I’m not a rapper or an emcee I just spit expressions like therapy for my soul. It keeps my head above water so when I peek up at the sky I know where my strength comes from and that alone allows me to walk with my head held high. My paper don’t judge me and my pen never fails me, When I pick Up My Pen.