Each day, I have my own creativity to express
I don’t need to do anything to impress
My own way
Don’t care what I’ll say
I know what I have in mind
The words in use… will they be kind
I’m my own mastermind
Doing my own creativity to unwind
Words often easy to find
Putting doubters in their place
My presence… leaving without trace
I’m using my own words in my own style
Every memory kind or not goes in my memory file
The way I remember events good or bad
I am haunted by recent ones… with triggers leaving me feeling angry and sad
People undermining my intellect are just jealous of me
Their harsh treatment… I’ll never agree
My artful talent… I nearly gave up permanently
The judging of others… how I was set up to fail
How those who continue to be ignorant… past, present and future have a trail
I’m my own mastermind
I have to do poems that won’t come off kind
My anger… unleashing my own beast to say what I want
I’m not afraid… my poetic style I flaunt
I’m my own person… words give me power, strength to stand my ground
I know karma is her own mastermind… it often goes around
I’m not creatively wound
The look of disgust, words to inspire
My own inner fire
My brain with thoughts, ideas I own where I don’t want to be a bore
When it comes to reinventing who I am, I want to hold onto my inner core
Being told to live my life the way according to the way ignorant people expect me to
The need to be feisty and have courage in taking a stand grew
I know I am smart enough to know what I am doing is true
I’m my own mastermind
Not loving to be put into an ethical bind
Not loving being put between a rock and a hard place
How I should not have to justify myself all the time by constantly stating my case
I should not have to save face
My peace and quiet I aim for… just to focus on my creativity.
My own mastermind… need to maintain my sanity
I’m my own person, with my own intelligence I keep intact
Doubters who are all about put downs never attract
My values… how I express who I am in a mindful way
Being how I want to tell a story, I have my own artistic say
I am my own mastermind, creativity, self-advocating, my intelligence I outright own
Doubters who get in my way, I don’t even condone
I don’t dare want to be undermined nor overthrown
I’m my own mastermind
I have an ax to grind
When I know someone is shady
I see
Knowing their motives, I know I don’t agree
I know it, but these people who hurt are masters of a verbal hit
So, it’s now about having plenty of grit
Reminded I’m being true to myself and that’s true
My poetry is about me, discovering something new
What I am saying and feeling is coming from within
Regardless if it’s to one’s chagrin
Creating poetry is my own personal win
Discovering I can do poetry later in life is pretty cool