Bragging Poem by Ayandare Mayowa

These lines be sung you'll dance,
You think am vain, you are right,
These lines is free and tight,
Be day Be noon Be night.
My writ' is fre-e-lance,
My soul be free at last,
Self expressed with and in it,
It speaks It pleads It fights.
Goodness meant my side,
But all must water his tide,
My ink is blur is bright,
It sings It sighs It wails.
Not all my thoughts is taught,
Not all you say I hear,
All of me cannot be beared,
Not all my thoughts is shared.