I am the artist, I tell this pen what to do.
You give me action, I'll tell you how to react.
And with experience? Let me spell t-h-i-s--- out:
And that which makes me uncomfortable
(there I may cry about it.)
And that which makes me vulnerable
(there I may be resistance.)
And that which heals me
(there we grow strong about it.)
With this pen, I can delete
no one saw what could have been
this past was created in my mind only.
In my mind there lives a fantasy
I repeat- my mind, my body, my living disparity
I hate everything I write.
you never saw what could have been,
this future I created from within.