It's Deep Poem by Singleton M. Tate

Squared to the next power,
Bold, as a psychedelic flower,
Casting effulgence by the hour,
I break forth, I don't cower.

Content on this rainy day,
To give all without delay,
As a soul that could never pay,
For His gift that keeps sin away.

Been beaten, hated and scorned,
By tribulations, trials and storms,
Because, I'm so much from the norm,
I'm not willing to ever conform.

As I breathe, I live to deliver,
Rhythm, rhyme and verse with quiver,
Unearthing idiom, as fine silver,
Musing on an,
Abstruse Renaissance River.