Grace Kasemeier

Boast
I am Grace Faye of artists born
My name does come from cheesemakers
Many talents I do posses
With my hands I do write and draw
Word weaver I am and thus make
Colorful worlds out of thin air
Breathing life into those long gone
Destroying nightmares from the past
In this pretty head I hold much
My ice eyes do pierce through liers
Honesty means the most to me
I walk as though I own the world