Why I write poetry
Poetry A jumble of words All put together To create Something meaningful A literal Alliteration Dictation Manifestation Of contemplation So that we can share This moment I write Because This is My story The perplexing Conflicts of my heart and soul The beauty Of simplicity and peace The chaos of brokenness And the amazing experience of Healing I write because this ink Comes from places Beyond my world My small understanding And somehow Creates analogies Eulogies Memories Of stories For voices That have not been heard Or may be deferred Because of the barriers of Oppression We infringe upon Our self And we enforce Upon each other I write for the voice of my brother Hungry alone scared afraid Underpaid Looking for work Migrating for something better My sister The girl who thought no one would miss her Hating her body Starving herself day after day Trying to achieve This concept of perfection Because she can't see How beautiful she is And how this Is the truth Justice Recognizing the humanity of every person Seeing the disconnection we have created with Mother Earth And now Working towards Reconciliation Love Because this ink Allows the world to hear How Mother Earth is crying Dying Trying So hard to give us everything As we take and take Continue to break Our relationships Finding reasons For hatred Moving so far away In polarity That we cannot even recognize Humanity Right in front of our face Looking in the mirror Seeing Who? We have become so lost That it is hard to recognize our Own reflection So we continue the deflection Of what is looking right at us Trying to escape From the reality of life That just seems to utterly painful To continue We try so hard to find Answers to our questions At the bottom of bottles In altering our consciousness Trying to get lifted to a level of enlightenment When the real Answers Are found In words But as I sit and write these words I know That I am not alone There is someone out there Struggling To learn their identity And how to find self acceptance Because the distance of love and truth Mind and heart Seem so severed How can there be Unity Any more? But I write Letting the ink flow upon the page Creating Cadences And smilies Imagery And subtle jokes of that one time Because This is life And we need to write it down We need to listen And remember To hope Because everyone has a story Everyone has a voice We just need to listen 6.21.13