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I am dark black ad beautiful

I am smooth and fluid

My point can be as sharp as knifes in the spine of my enemies

Or as round as the globe

My body comes in all shapes and sizes

But we all want the same thing …. Grip

Hold me tightly and use me

With purpose

With conviction

In spite

Or in sorrow

In love

Or in happiness

I am one color or I am many

Regardless of my color, shape, or size

My purpose is the same

Press me hard against the white pages of your story

So that I may feel and see your hopes and your dreams

Press my face ever so softly so that may accent your work of art in the middle of class

Use me

Abuse me ever

But never let me go

Let me ask you crush “do you like me?”

Check yes or no

Allow me to the opportunity to speak in your place

Lord know what you’d say if you had your way

Give me a chance to make you dreams a reality

Not convinced of my power just yet?

Well, let me tell you

I have depicted the lives of the men of the cave

And written on the walls of freedom

I have documented the journey of the slaves

And given right to declare kingdom

I have opened the gates heaven 

Through the almighty books

I have taken down the notes of Grammy Grams

So that you may taste past

I have jailed men for their crimes

And I have gave reason to kill

I can make you stand in applaud

Or leave you speechless and still

Grab you by the arm

And make my permanent mark on your chest

In remembrance of a love one

Or in random express…..

Shond away by the ppl who are afraid

And twisted by the ones who want to control

Put to song by the gifted

Or put to shame but the fed up

Do not ignore my power

For I have been….. longer then even I know

I do not belong

Yet my place is everywhere

I do not speak out loud

But the word I say can take you to another world

I am dark black and beautiful

I am smooth and fluid

I am one color or I am many

Regardless of my color, shape, or size

My purpose is the same

My point can be sharp as knifes in the spine of my enemies

Or as round as the globe

My body comes in all shapes and sizes

But we all want the same thing …. Grip

Use me till I’m all gone

Shake me as use me again

I am your favorite pen….

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A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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