A tornado is she
With varying speed and force
The better the gift
The faster her speed
The more forceful her impact
Taking the stairs severally
Screaming her own siren
Louder than all three combined
The fire, the police, the ambulance
Full speed, full throttle
Coming at me forcefully
If I hadn’t braced myself
Against the impending storm
Would have been knocked down
Ever so joyfully
--My dream has loved paper so much for so long because it gave influence to the parched voice of a fashionista poet. Finding this outlet, that voice is now replete with expressive sound.
With varying speed and force
The better the gift
The faster her speed
The more forceful her impact
The day she received her
Mustang
A day of deep
reckoningTaking the stairs severally
Screaming her own siren
Louder than all three combined
The fire, the police, the ambulance
She took the stairs
Three at a perfect timeFull speed, full throttle
Coming at me forcefully
If I hadn’t braced myself
Against the impending storm
Would have been knocked down
Ever so joyfully
--My dream has loved paper so much for so long because it gave influence to the parched voice of a fashionista poet. Finding this outlet, that voice is now replete with expressive sound.
