by James McDuffie

Let the creative
Juices flow,
I want to
Write, Write,
Write, Write,
Right.

I want the world,
To experience my
World through
My eyes so they
can see.

I just might,
Write, Right?

I am here world,
So take me!
Use me to explain,
expound, expose,
extrapolate.

I imagine that
I am an old sage,
Sitting by a file,
Telling the stories,
Of our tribe,
To our youth.

I have a need to tell,
And so I will.

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