Tight like the elastic On your mother's waste band My poetics flow through the race barriers They fly over stereotypical mountains Crawl beneath tunnels of hate To reach those worthy of its cause: purity in mixture I am one of the prose, baby!!! Thats P-R-O-S-E! and you dont know nahn Let me express to you The trials and the tribulations Of this complex poetic process Verbally I portray life At its reallest and most pure Like the water rolling Through the Nile in B.C times Feeling metoers fall down my hearts hill Crash into my paper valley Making cracks in the surface of your perception Of me, whom you do not truly know Unless your ear plants take the time To accept my word rays As my thoughts shine Brightly like the sun Poetry is me...do you know it? Writing is me...have you felt it? Verbal Expression Is Me Do you love it?