Your Documentary
You say I'm creative daddy
But I don't make this up
You see this is real life
You can give your compliments to God for that
And you're what inspires me
So that makes you my muse
So please understand me you're the creative one
I'm just writing about it
I'm just dictating your words
Painting a literary picture of your face
Recording your voice on paper
As well as your style
Trying to fine away to capture your smile
Through poetry ,but I'm sure that will take a while
Me? Creative? No
I am just your biographer
So tell me your story
And don't worry I will be listening
There is no way you can bore me
I want the official, authorized, true story
I want the exclusive interview
Don't want to hear about you from Barbara
Oprah's cool ,but I want to hear directly from you
No E! True Hollywood story here
I want it straight from your mouth to my ear
Oh me I'm not talented
I just want to developed a portfolio of your life
I'm no Georgia O' Keefe but I
Want to paint a picture of your experiences
Mary Casatt's hot but she doesn't feel you
So she can't draw your soul the way I can
I want to translate your beauty into lines and prose
I want to immortalize you in my poetry book
Now I know I'm not Nikki but
If she said she could do it better that would be a lie
Because she doesn't know how I feel when I look
Into your eyes
Now Ms. Maya oh see she is tight
But if she told your story it just wouldn't be right
She doesn't know how I know
Or see what I see
You understand me I'm not creative
Just trying to be a part of your documentary