Writing in my book of rhymes, I recline
Within my mind and write. I paint visions
Of hope, I grip the pen with force I'll never
Let go! The creativity radiating from the
Loose leaf I have sitting on my desk, I
Remember my first poem "Diversity City"
Ms. Moore asked me to enlighten the
Class, so I grabbed the pen and pad
Then thrash the negativity with a
Bundle of positivity. I recited my
Imagery to the class and some
Listened, since then I knew my
Mission. I'll forever be diligent
In poetry until I write my last
Line in the book of rhymes!