Waterfall.

My words flow,

like a waterfall

out of my mind's walls

and lash through my soul.

My words flow,

like a waterfall

to the point where I can recall

every single line, word and share it with y'all.

My words grew with me,

from when I crawled, when I was small... and well, still small.

My words shared love, hate, and everything in between,

I try to keep my words clean,

& like jack's bean,

I plant my words,

and keen, hope for

something magical,

like a waterfall

all-natural

from heaven's mall,

a God-given

gift

and I thank him

for keeping me adrift

in a world where

money is of quintessence

and heart is never the essence.

What do you do with a gift that's useless?

One that'll never get acceptance

One of love, hope, and dreams.

What do you do when you're a waterfall... and they want you to be a stream?

People who have heard about my ugly morning today know what I'm talking about.