a poem about inspiration

Inspired.
I am so,
Inspired by the knowledge my mind embraces, and such it craves to know.
Inspired.
By the fallen soldiers that have battled before me,
How they fought just by bare hand makes me a proud black curious man,
Wanting to know the angle,
So that I may find the missing ninety-degrees of my obtuse triangle,
I stand inspired.
So ready to be heard,
Ready for spring to dip into my closet and sling a verb,
Still inspired,
Yes, all through a late night sleep,
So inspired, some days I forget to eat thinking about the words I’ll combine next week,