My passion sits
Recorded in testimonies
Of what i’m afforded in beliefs
In tune it resists your terms
And holds to earning respect
The hard way
So I manifest my passions
To paper hoping
To jot a lot of sentiment
But pouring through me is so much more
Help me reform this distorted
And I will break free
Of what has made me ‘temperament’
So that I may reach for the peppermint
On top of your head.
You’re so sweet to have said that last comment.
Thank you