I am the one they thought was dead but I got up instead.
I am the poetry inside of the book that you have not  read.
Look inside the cover of me, each word is like a dictionary.
The binding might be scary, but the mind is a visionary.
We are kings and queens, the thing of dreams.
We have powerful voices but instead of singing we scream.
Each line describes the vibes of my various lives.
Because I wrote this section so that you can strive.
I was freed once l left this pen, to exit this page gate.
Some say it was too early, I say I left this cage late.
I’m not exhausted, I just exhausted all my options.
Ice cream without the toppings, Batman without Robin.
So this ink is looking for a page to give it adoption.
To raise it from childhood, make this phrase so wildly good.
Because this poetry can do everything you thought it could.