28 April 2016
When I'm told how deoxygenated blood
Goes in through one side of our heart
And out the other, carrying life through our veins and capillaries and to our organs
When I'm absorbing in an author's writing, absorbed in the beauty they brought out to the world,
And figuring out the author's purpose and diction and uses of rhetoric and meaning of their work
When I'm motivated to make something of myself
And continue my education and learn new things as I grow older
When I'm yelled at or ignored
Or given advice only a motherly figure can give
When I am kneeling in the pew with my palms together
My face full of wonder while my heart is in awe at the love I feel
When the bags under my eyes that hold back oceans
Are as heavy as the world on my shoulders
When I'm happy and loved and filled with laughter
Because of ridiculous jokes and silly stories and meaningful sentences told with no doubts or second thoughts
When I pick up a marker, a pen, a crayon, a pencil, and grab a crumpled up paper or napkin
When I type a quick note in class or mumble to myself on the way home from school
When I write what the world hands to me
That is when I am a poet