I’m just another poet

There’s nothing special about my voice or the words that my vocal chords produce

I’m just another person whose passion has been overturned

It spills over and covers the ground

I’m just another poet thinking thoughts

I cannot be bought

I look around and see this catastrophe that surrounds all of us

But I am not troubled

For I know this is only just the beginning of the end.

I am a person just like you

I am a poet

I’ve always known it

The only difference between you and me

Is that when I bleed it is with words that cause an unstoppable floetry

I’m just another person. I dare you to step forward  and try me.