Self-Proclamation

Finally I have a sense of direction put forth
I look up to the sky, a kiss
A path that will undoubtedly bring more self-worth.
The arts, the expression of one's self
Hopefully one day my works will be put onto the infamous book shelf.

Self-expression is the way for my happiness
As I suffer from constant change of natural perception
And one day I plan to be at peace with my reality
A sense of belonging; a reception
Of who I am and what I have to offer.

Finally I have a sense of direction put forth
I look up to the sky, a kiss
A path that will undoubtedly bring more self-worth.
The arts, the expression of one's self
Hopefully one day my works will be put onto the infamous book shelf.

The tongue beat of a poet's rhythm
The clickity clack of the musical keyboard
The duckity dack of self-expression
Is my music to the world.
I pray that the masses nod their head to the beat
My beat put forth on the white page of paper
Who would of thought I would attempt to be a modern day Shakespeare
When I make math teachers revere

Finally I have a sense of direction put forth
I look up to the sky, a kiss
A path that will undoubtedly bring more self-worth.
The arts, the expression of one's self
Hopefully one day my works will be put onto the infamous book shelf.

The fluidity pulsating push of the dancer
Is expressed through the words of pieces of paper
The bruising beat boxing of the rapper
Expressed through words, languages, embedded on pieces of paper.

Finally I have a sense of direction put forth
I look up to the sky, a kiss
A path that will undoubtedly bring more self-worth.
The arts, the expression of one's self
Hopefully one day my works will be put onto the infamous book shelf.

May the day
Come of blissful joy
Bringing bobs of heads
Through the fluidity of words
Notoriously I will be working
Diligently
To bring my words, spread, and towards

A day of deep self-proclamation.