Gonna write a story about a poet that mattered--
poems were more than performance pieces
playing for that pussy--
wrote real protests, rhyming prose
and politicians listened,
traded out Andrew Jacksons for poet-influenced decisions
Gonna write a story about a poem that made a difference--
line breaks broke police lines better than bottles could have
and a rhyme scheme at play with no ulterior motive
like “I just came to read my poem
with no rising inflections, no silly affectations,
just feeling”
Gonna write a story about getting lost in my stories--
wrapped up in pages,
curled up cover to cover
and sweet sugar plum dreams
that poems are more than catharsis
for under-rep’ed frustration,
fragments of community
or a voice for the voiceless.
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