Creator of these words your reading and the previous in my past
The manipulator of my pen!
seeing nothing but scattered pieces o poetry trying to keep it inside but everything just sorta spilled out from within...my mind always,
finding time to pause my mental insanity to create poetry
even though my heart lays heavy
desperately pleading for my mouth to speak the words my hand has written so some one could hear!
But for you see my mouth is stitched closed figuratively. Hurt by the unknown. So simply,
shall I tell you my name? give up my identity? take off my cloak of invisibility?
YES!
No more shall my name be hidden,
My name is Taja Dawson
but just call me BILLIE.
