Who’s eyes are these…
the pictures in my skin
the design in my mind
the patterns in my soul
the make up that I know
there is so much to see
I can see them all
when I want to…
I can break the design
I can change their face
I can pull it apart
exactly the race
each and every cell
that comes my way…
sometimes I am interested
and sometimes I play
but when I can’t take no more
I light my fire and soar…
So One of a Kind
