By Fatoumata Drammeh
My friend
My partner in crime
I count on you all the time
You are a fountain
In which great rivers flow
Telling the song of smiles and tears
And the memories of all these years
You walk across the corridors of my past
Leaving your permanent trail of ink as you pass
You know me like no other
As if you were my mother
Kissing the lips of a snow white canvas
As empty as the irisses of the blind
The blood drops from your veins
With all the depth of the night sky
Black and blue like a bruise
You begin to write and muse
Silky midnight ribbons flow from your tip
You disturb with a chaos against white
burst of colors that are just right
Thoughts as hot as rays from the sun
With a fiery passion like none
You tattoo all my thoughts and emotions
that could fill thousands of oceans
Like a mother you bring me to life
You create a fresh start
A way for me to leave my mark
New questions to be asked
Answers to be discovered
And dreams to be lived
As we grow from being kids
You are a weapon as sharp as a sword
The latter pierces with a blade
But you pierce with intellect to be gained
And stories for all to say
My ode to my pen
Who shows me a wonder of imagination
Showing me the beauty of creation
My strength, shoulder and friend
But most importantly
The one who always held my hand
