I know I do pen poems
Sometimes my words are weird
Simple and seductive
But I'm not a poet.
I know I do compose lyrics
Musically a soul is thrilled
With the eloquent flow of words
But I'm not a lyricist
Neither am I a singer
I used to be a talker
But some say a rapper.
I love to play with heads
When I write for the woods
They say am suspenseful
But am not a writer
Neither am I a tale teller.
Has my muse ever muse you
And you wonder
What am I
Or who am I,
I'll tell you now
But would you whisper it
To jealousy or envy
If I voice it under my breath
I don't really care
Now have your ear stretched out
Cos I don't have to shout
I am an art.
I'm the beauty
in the eyes of the beholder
I breathed before my time
In the mind of my Creator
You may chose to mould me
You may chose to paint me
With fine or ill colours
Still, I am an art.
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