I am a poet

 

Ink, rather than blood

Runs through my veins

My heart

Is a typewriter

 

I hide pens around my apartment 

Along with paper

Just in case I want to write 

 

I leave poems for myself 

And for my fiancé 

To find when she is looking for something 

 

Because I am a poet

I cannot stop these words from flowing 

 

Even if I wanted to

 

If these letters you see

Spell out something familiar 

 

If you are a brother or sister of mine

Then raise your ink stained fists

 

And together we shall leave our words painted across the sky

For all to see

The sound of our typewriter hearts

Will echo in every ear

 

Our family shall not be ignored