Spoken Word Pt. 1

I’m like a ghost but i

Don’t need a host

You can see me but

Not be me

I come out at dark

And to mark my spot

I can go through walls

Halls floors doors you

Can find me in the dark

You can see me with a

Spark, I’ll be waiting in

The dark.

Painting calms me

Down

I paint or when

I am mad I paint.

Like when

I see a white canvas

just sitting there.

I paint and spill

out my creativity

on that canvas.

Painting is like you

meditating but with art.

You can express

your feelings on

just one canvas or another.

If I see pizza I automatically get hungry.

I ask my mom for pizza then she will say no.

Then I ask her one more time and she will still say no.

Then I just start to think about it till I fall asleep.

I love the cheesy taste of pizza.

I love the taste of the bread on the pizza.

And I just love pizza.

My momma is as sweet as cupcakes straight out the oven.

My momma is fun as playing with a dog

My momma is always happy like a kid playing outside

My momma is as cool as someone doing a backflip

My momma food is so good as some hot wings on a Friday