Poetry for me, man it's a a refuge
When salt water confessions rain down and the universe serves reality, hot & fresh
Vowels and consonants block out the world.
Poetry for me, man it's a friend
That never turns its back on days when
My voice sends tremors that ring in at 8 on a Richter scale
Instead my poetry, she fills the cracks
She lets my confessions fill up washes
She reminds me that I'll be okay.
Poetry for me, man it's a lover
That reminds me to be vulnerable
And when He leaves, let Him leave
Then curl into these words and let them touch.
Poetry for me, man it's a dream
It's my imagination painted on the back of similes
It's the ability to fly in ABC's
Soaring in my script, giving no sh-
Thoughts, giving no thoughts to the reality I leave 4,000 feet below
Poetry for me, man it's always been release
Selling my oppression to gain some understanding
Presenting myself naked on a stage to strangers
Spitting my innocence into beats with no regard
For the thoughts of tomorrow
Or any of their perceptions
Because it's always better out than in.
Poetry for me, man.
Madison Olivia Miller 2016.