( I am this way)
Why do I write poetry
Because sometimes my emotions get the best of me
And conversations with others don't satisfy
Why do I paint and cut and color
Because sometimes the visions are so vivid they force themselves out
Why do I dance
Because theres no choice my crazy energy must be released
People call me lunatic and crazy or wild
I'm sometimes hurt by this-
But this is the way I was made
I can't fight it
And I don't want to change
I have many other responsibilities
But these passions "cut the line"
Others don't seen to understand
Lord knows I've tried to explain
Those days of explaining are now over
This is who I am