Like olive oil,

The first press is the best.

It is pure, unrefined.

It is the true essence of the olive.

Like chicken,

The more you process it,

The worse it gets.

Bits and pieces where they don’t belong.

Like a work of art,

The original is,

The only one of value.

Such is poetry.

The honest print

Of pure thoughts on paper

Is best before it is changed

Before it is touched

By the minds of others

Before it is read

Before it is changed.

For poetry is like a diary,

The authors own thoughts.

And no one has the right,

To change those beautiful emotions.