Written by Destiny Bergeron
I call my pen
Excalibur for a reason
My houghts are manafested
They aren’t fabricated
Or pursaded by any other than
My own mind, heart, and soul
I can’t stop it even if I tried
I’d just freestyle
and talk in rhyme
Find myself all twisted
up in the inside
If these words don’t
flow from this pen
my conscious would
Be without a compass
My heart without it’s defenses
And my thoughts without reason
Worded Warrior 