Made of My Words (by James Leland Ludeau III from Lafayette,LA)

I am made of my words
I wear them like a skin
Exposed
Naked
Raw
Often Profane
Shocking
My words are delicately powerful
And they shape my existence
They warm me
They protect me
They house me
My mind is a dictionary of life
My heart is a poetry book for the hopeless
I have a fire in my fingertips
And a desire to set the caged birds free
Free to find their place
My words allow me to say things that others are unable to say
My words born in darkness always find the Light

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