My Poem

This pen, it is my weapon
These words, they are my war
This poem is the prize
For which I am fighting for

This paper, it is my battlefield
These lines, they’re like my gun
These stanzas are my cannons
From which my enemies run

This pen, it is my heart
These words, they are emotions
This poem is my love
In which I put my hope in

This paper, it is my school
These lines, they are the halls
These stanzas are the loving arms
That catch me when I fall…