here i am

poetry praising poem

Here I am

 

Pen bleeding my words out, bleeding my feelings out

Hands shaking, craving to hand it

Thoughts racing up and down, left and right

What must I really write?

 

Here I am

Holding my greatest weapon in the world,

The weapon that bleeds black and blue blood,

That makes my stress flow fast like flood,

That heals and patch wounded parts,

The greatest weapon that had Shakespeare spreading love nor lust.

 

Here I am

Though I’m no Shakespeare

Though I may be considered a no-body by everybody

Yet this makes me somebody out there,

Yes ‘my black pen and white paper’

Bleeding my cries and praise

Enlighten the world about what enlighten me.

 

Here I am world

I’m dokash sibusiso hlebelo