I am Blackbeard
I am aggressive and grouchy
I often wonder who is watching me bury my treasure
I hear their whispers
I see their manipulative eyes watching my every move
I want treasures of gold and silver
I am aggressive and grouchy
I pretend to be reliable and trustworthy
I feel tricky and ready to shoot you if needed when you lease expect it
I touch the cold smooth trigger of my pistol
But I worry that someone will hear your cry
I am aggressive and grouchy
I understand that eyes are on me
I say come and try me if you dare
I dream of swimming in treasures on the shore
I am aggressive and grouchy
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Aggressive and grouchy indeed. Valorie I love your poem – -it absolutely paints the picture of Black Beard..Lisa
Val…that Blackbeard visual is ridiculously awesome! You are SOOOOOO creative. I am SOOOOO not. That’s one of my biggest weaknesses…I’m great at organization but crap at creativity (visual creativity, anyway…I can spin a yarn until the cows come home!). Guess I know who I’ll be calling for bulletin board inspiration!