Inkspiration

My ink sprays without ration; It is of different colours, like complexions. My brain deserves kudos, And my pen needs accolades. It's nothing like an overdose, But it gathers people's attention like a crusade. There’s nothing to diagnose, Because it's beyond their barricade. It is a spark from within, Creating ways in my notes to win. The whole story is seen, like an owl— Vivid to the pen, like the nakedness of a whore. Like a native parrot, it is talkative— A comparative message without alternative. God is my aid, For many prices have been paid. I need more of your support, To catapult to a higher spot.