A poet .

I’m a poet,
not a fighter.
So when I do fight,
i shoot words.

I use lipstick as warpaint,
and my lips as a gun.
Move my tongue,
pull my trigger,
I’ll strike all your erogenous zones.

I’ll make love to depression,
coal with opression,
i’ll get drunk to happiness
or love.

I’ll make you shiver
just by putting a tone.
I’ll bleed for you, scream for you,
and confess for all the sins
you haven’t made yet.