When I write I am free
Through the eyes of my pen I see
A vision with beauty no blemishes
Some may call my style feminist
All is well with the world
My content as rich as some pearls
With these words I am stalking
An open book that keeps talking
My mental spilling out on this paper
No time to rap see you later
It’s just me and my pen
Over and over again
We’ve got our own conversation
Like lovers having relations
This pen and paper is serious
On the verge of mysterious
How my words just be killing
Expressing how I am feeling
Sometimes I start writing
Words come out fighting
In this life full of sin
I’m sure to win with my pen
Scoring big with my thoughts
I refuse to take a loss
Like a crook on a caper
It’s me my pen and my paper