His Name Was Poetry
He taught me the value of my
emotions, to not be scared
when i felt as if i had no one...
but to simply just pick my pin up
and allow the anger built
inside to flow out of my
mind through my fingers
like rivers of living water.
He told me to display my
feelings upon a white sheet
of paper.
Yeah, you know..that white
sheet of paper with all those
blue and red lines...that’s the
one. Poetry taught me to
embrace how i feel and be
confident in every word that
i speak.
He is the color of the blind, the
music to the deaf. He is the
beauty of all words. He taught
me he was an outlet for my
ideas. He showed me how
to express myself through
my words each and every
time i spoke.
Poetry is the song that’s
within my heart and he is the
art form to my soul. Poetry
showed me freedom.
He created a platform for me
to say what I felt and not have to
apologize for it.
Through reading and writing poetry,
I’ve learned who i am
and how i can reveal the inner me
to the world without
feeling ashamed for doing it.
Poetry you’ve taught me the
beginning of me and now
i have to find the ending.
With my pin and my paper by my
side as my soul protector.