My passion sits

Recorded in testimonies

Of what im 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