Ode to a Pen

Now, before I begin
I know it is improper
To apologive, but
This is complete horse s**t.
For you see, I am in love with my pen
I feel like it is a part of me
And as most artists' know,
Your equipment is a part of them.
It makes up who they are,
It allows them to say what they
Cannot say with actual words.
It goes beyond what we can
Procure in typical conversation,
But instead,
It makes something eliquent,
Maybe even beautiful.
But eh, I am getting to pretty
With the words that I am using,
For this pen, is very simple.
Take note,
For upon seeing it,
One would see a black thin stick
Of a pen,
But i see something sexy,
And yes, I said sexy,
But go with me on this,
If you will, that is.
For before this pen,
Or any pen,
I had no voice.
I didn't feel like I mattered.
I was just another number.
But as soon as pen touched paper,
I had stitches removed from where my mouth was
That I had created myself.
You see,
A pen is more than a simple pen.
It is power
It's majestic, even.
And yes, I said majestic,
And you maybe wondering
What kind of drugs this kid is on,
But hey, this is my ode,
Not yours.
So this pen and I
Will go far
Until the very end.