My pen name is part of who I am
A part of me at heart
It rests inside my writing hand
And thinks up wacky art.
My pen name is a piece of me
A special quiet sound,
Its spoken as a question mark
As people look around.
My pen name is a lightning flash
And thunder shakes the ground,
As all the words I dare not speak
Are blasted all around.
My pen name is a tiny scrawl
A scribble in the spine,
A tiny emblem of who’s hand
Had written all those lines.
My pen name is a favorite shirt,
A scarf I love to wear
A necklace of an ancestor,
A coat I never share.
My pen name is a blooming thought
A seed I’ve always grown
The lilac petals symbolize
The stories that I told.
My pen name is my silhouette
A bolder second me,
Voicing thoughts in swirls of ink
My secrete identity.
A part of me at heart
It rests inside my writing hand
And thinks up wacky art.
My pen name is a piece of me
A special quiet sound,
Its spoken as a question mark
As people look around.
My pen name is a lightning flash
And thunder shakes the ground,
As all the words I dare not speak
Are blasted all around.
My pen name is a tiny scrawl
A scribble in the spine,
A tiny emblem of who’s hand
Had written all those lines.
My pen name is a favorite shirt,
A scarf I love to wear
A necklace of an ancestor,
A coat I never share.
My pen name is a blooming thought
A seed I’ve always grown
The lilac petals symbolize
The stories that I told.
My pen name is my silhouette
A bolder second me,
Voicing thoughts in swirls of ink
My secrete identity.
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