Little orange dimples wallpaper my skin Trying to palm my aggression by dribbling in agony I’m free Legs criss crossing Arms are tossing in the air like I’m praising a buzzer Building hopes and dreams on driveways and wooden glossed tiles Behind me is a river of determination that I myself poured This is where I am an artist
I challenged myself to write a poem for anyone and everyone of my friends that retweeted a tweet on my twitter. This is one of them.