The Brain

They say we have two sides of our brain
The right and the left
The right is easy to remember
It writes, and the left corrects
You might say, the left is a critic
As the right, writes and composes
Exposing the rose like poetry knows
And the left side never discloses
But rejects, with the decision
To parent with guiding or riding
And the right has no inhibition
While the left resides in fighting
The left leaves doubt with fear about
The right writes with delight
The left neglects to interject the  
The right to trust in the light
The left protects against nakedness
Correcting what is hidden
Despite the rights to enlighten
The night as dark is forbidden
Discriminating art
Incriminating the heart
The left affects our sight
While the left sees nothing
The right bleeds something
Like the stars need the night
The left has breath teaching of death
As the right has life to lead
To stir the words in what is heard
And exercises to succeed
The left side of the brain laughs 
In vain as the right explains the craft
The left side hides while the right confides
The last laugh in the draft
Left will edit not giving credit
To the rights right to recall
The plight of the right in the night
As the left is left to fall
The left is deaf to the sound 
Of liking what we write 
As we fight for the right to write
What we like the left rejects the light