Caricature (Intro)

I have learnt the art of bending into what I am not
Of trying to fit into mismatched places
So I crack and break and bleed
As I push my body out of its created limit
But I have found my voice
And it is nothing like the usual
Not the loud sounding bass
Or the trembling cymbal
This voice will carry
No matter how soft
No matter how unique
It will do the work I have sent it to do
In stories
With tales
That every part of my life bleeds purpose
One heart at a time
One touch at a time
One poem at a time
So I hope you see you in each piece
I wrote this for you