I believe in winning
I believe in crafting words to spit fire,
I believe in the acceleration of heartbeats
the iambic pentameter of a
da DUM, da DUM, da DUM,
until you can hardly hear yourself speak.
I believe in wild gesticulations
and taking as many. dramatic pauses.
as the muse compels you to make
heck, I believe there is a muse!
(and sometimes, she’s kind of a jerk).
I believe in snaps on snaps on snaps
and ‘she did that’s’ and ‘ooh girls’
I believe in stories
in stabbing yourself in the heart with a pen,
or a letter opener,
whichever hurts prettier.
I believe that you’re either going into a storm
or coming out of one, so you might as well
dance in the rain
I believe that I can see you, man in the sixth row back texting your girlfriend,
put your phone down,
I am important;
I believe that my words are important.
I believe in radical mistakes
the kind of quiet that suffocates
in critics and crickets
But I believe that art is love;
it can change our lives if we let it.
I believe in spotlights,
and in the right hands, a poet and a mic are as
good as a gun.
So I believe in Wednesday nights
where the lights twinkle, and the mic is on fire.
I believe that the world is better because we are in it.
And yeah, I believe in winning,
but, God, I believe in you.
I believe in you.