Maybe I wrote my poetries in a book
which wasn’t possessed by me,
but I wanted them to be engraved with honesty.
As the love for writing has been my childhood fantasy
and here I am again bragging about my way to dream.
These stars I see are miracles,
I want them in my sky where there is me, no us.
Where I could dance with my hands up,
even when they say I look ugly enough.
I wanna be me before they could take my essence,
and even if I can’t, maybe I’ll laugh all my existence.
Writing I believe is my religion,
as there is so much to pen down that’s in my vision.
Even when they don’t understand,
I jot love down taking almighty’s name.