You marvel at his works
You hail him in your heads
The magic of his words
Heals and soothes your hearts
You wonder in your minds
If he writes with you in mind
For he touches on your darkest secrets
He paints the pictures of your lives
He must be watching from a distance
With his feather quill pen in hand
Admiring the dribbles of its ink
Like a modern day scribe
Similes and metaphors
His conspicuous passwords
Free verses or rhymes?
His everyday dilemma
Tragedy or comedy?
Climax or anticlimax?
What is his aim?
So the world could smile
To a resurrected hope
Does he even have a name?
Well, he is the BLAQboi
A poet who sees Beyond Looks And Qualities!
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