Poetry was the hidden frontier
Veiled from those like me who had a spark but were terrified to light the flame
Poetry was restricted to a few special
Those who were brave to take a chance
Those who dared to venture into the open and leap into thin air
Because calling yourself a poet had untold consequences
You were expected to act a certain way
You could not be disturbed for every quiet moment was your time to think
You were to be awed at
Why you were a poet, were you not?
But what about me? And those like me?
We were scared to call ourselves that.
Could we not explore the literary mines on our own?
Bring our own pencils and jot some ideas in our free will?
No for poetry was divine.
There was no doodling.
Unless your work was godly and beautiful to the ears-
Don’t even dare call yourself a poet
Unless of course
You have an idea
It better be a good idea
An idea worthy of becoming a poem
Worthy of blossoming into an art form
Poetry isn’t definitive
It is free flowing and as resilient as the wind
It flows and it accepts all
It only accepts those who have been preselected
Those who are ready to accept the challenge
You must create literature
William Shakespeare better be proud
For who’s a better judge than him?
No I refuse
I wish to stand up to this
I want to be a poet
I want to doodle
I want to explore these depths of poetry on my own
Why do you care?
I will become a poet
Just you see
Who are you to stop me?
I may not be preselected but I am courageous
I want to take a risk
I will run headfirst into the maze of poetry
And when I find my way out, you will have regretted stopping me.
You will have lamented hiding me form this beauty because you were afraid
Afraid that I would be better
Afraid that I would turn out stronger
But why the fear? Why can’t you support me as I grow?
Because I’m a girl?
Girls can write poetry
Girls can explore the frontier just fine.
No I will bring my own pencil
And I will write my own poem
A poem sturdier than yours ever was
Because my poem is made of tears and fear and confidence and freedom and joy
Because I have surpassed your warnings, your obstacles
Because I have risen from the weak and learned to build myself up
You are not superior to me because of your gender
Don’t ever use that on me
You thought you were better?
We are equal and I may be better if this is your form of supremacy
Supremacy created from the tribulations of victims
But I will now speak
And my voice will resound since it is the call and the echo
Those who have spoken before and those who have yet to speak
You tried to hide me from this art
You have tried to hide me from the intricacies of life
But now I will reveal it to you
Because Poetry does accept all
And I have now accepted the invitation
Because I too am part of the special few
Who have embraced poetry for its illuminating shine
Its sense of promise and opportunity
Who have felt the radiance of other poems and now wish to do the same
Because poetry is not the hidden frontier
It is the vast expanse of land that you will explore
That you will travel
And that you will soon call your own