Analysis of I WRITE

Look not my face, there lies my fear
Look not my stature, for I have no huge chest
Look not my heart, there lies my cares
Just look my hand, there lies my strength

I speak, no one hears for my voice is light
I run but overtook, for my strength is feeble
I marched with low pace; I was not too far from the start
I write; everyone runs, for fire blaze from my riddles

My pen I use as my compatriot
In theirs come common thoughts: they’re all novice
In mine, love mixing with hatred, so hot
Courage with brazenness, and mercy and justice

Though my voice be deem
My stature be taut
My strength be feeble
But, in my hand lies my might!

For in my pen lies no fear
My writin’ pays no respect, sees no eye
It’d been the creator’s weapon of correction so fair
It brings the wise so nigh!