What makes me a poet
Not the fact that I can write words on paper and make them rhyme
it is instead the thoughts and feelings that I take and use to give the world a piece of my mind
It is not the vocabulary I use that makes me what I am
It is the fact that I make those words mean something
I shape and mold them so that those who read them, also feel them
Poetry not just another section in your literature book.
It is an art sometimes difficult to understand So it makes you take a second look
It is the power to mold minds at the palm of your hand
Like pottery, shaping each word, sentence, phase carefully
A way of life, that I did not choose but was born to live by
tears flow from my eyes and form words
anger radiates from my temples and forms ideas for writing
And i choose to use my brain instead of my fists for fighting
The tears in my heart
Are not just pain but little works of art
to you I am just a child mumbling stupid words
But really the problem is your mind is not fit to understand.
These words, what I do, flow in my blood
It runs through my veins
it is the very reason I stay sane
This paper is where I can to be free
if you think I am dramatic then this art, your mind is not equipped to comprehend
The pages I write Are the stories of my life These words represent my strength and my might
A needle and thread me and poetry are tied together
And no it’s not just a phase, this poetic life is forever