I write day or night, visions, thoughts within my sight,
It has been said from those behind my back in me no poet,
I am not a real writer fore I have not a famous name.
From the ones we call family is where this criticism lives,
Poetry from me is not real fore I am only me.
They say I am only dreaming, a real writer is in books,
I am a dreamer, I dare to dream, my poetry is real and me.
My poetry has my name therefore not a child’s fantasy as is said,
“So tell me all” what then is a real writer or poet if not I,
You and I, we are these things and our names are as great as the rest.