Desiree Moodie

The city doesn’t sleep

And neither do I

The words

The wonderful

Alliterative

Onamonapoetic words

They call constantly
To be crafted

Stories
Want to be told
Coaxed from mouths and minds
Fists
Pens
Voices
Yearn for amplification
Passion
Demands recognition
Respect
Pixels
Arranged

Perfected

Tell the story

Behind a spark

We give birth
To ideas
To creations
The world changes
We don’t sleep
We create
Change
The world
With a story