Poetry

I'm the product of what he had written for centuries ago

A figment of his visions the rest are yet to come.

An envoy with a different portrait among so many

Thu my perspective and intention are of his directions


I'm no fairy tale whether than you think of me

I'm no imagination of what your thought may seem

I'm human, rather say a flesh, with dust and breathe he created us both.

By now, you should acknowledge that I can't be gone with the blink of an eye.


Upon his will I'm leading this nation

Your impertinence onto me hurt him more than you may have thought.

Your plots verses me have raised good patriotic concern from many

Now, the all union crews are on the verge of dissension.


I'm of destiny and by all means- it's to charge

I know nothing of my past present and future

I know nothing from the string of my hair through the tip of my toe

One thing I know he cast me a vote and so I'm a voice among you all.

© 2011 by _Patricia Etienne

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