As the creativeness flows out my body
it spurs through the crevices of my elbows
out the wrinkles
from the curvature of my smile
the allocation elevates me past gravity
introducing me to the holy masters'
premonition to the spirals that form my strands
to the velocity at which my thick hips sway
measuring the weight of my bosom
equating them to that comfy pillow
imagination can make my eyes
binoculars
creative juices make me stay a float
a mango some passion fruit and blackberry
draw in a line and they say
don't mock me
flying with high horses
they don't see that I'm the
reason why they be
possibility is at ease
We live to live
We live to love
We live to create
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