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.