The Pen

My skin harder than man’s
With blood in my veins
For even without my hat
A beauty I still am like that

I’ve got one leg that’s my life
For only with it I can breathe
Even when my head goes off
Sticks of broom I’d walk with

I can make you panic
By fainting during your exam
The rich I’d make drop his ego in a kick
By begging for me in urgency

I’m not just a destroyer like the sword
A bitter-sweet instrument I am
I’m mightier than the sword
For the death sentence of it’s owner I can sign

About Omoloye Miracle 179 Articles
Omoloye Miracle is a writer, voice over artist, genotype and blood group advocate, ghost writer, counselor, script writer at Remo TV, poet, media coordinator II at Spirit Life Network, content team lead at TASUED Writers Community and founder of Mheerah-dee Drops.

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