Marlie

Why is Poetry Important?

Well Maya told me
Why the caged bird sings
 
And These fingers sing a woeful melody.
The unspoken sound
of the voice of my people
My outrage and fear
 
Stands strong in the guise of
The strength and courage
Of the voices in my head
 
They finally have a place
They have a sense of belonging
A sense of understanding
In a world that wants to clip your wings
 
A world of a coward
Fear to speak
Fear to stand
So superficial
 
Where was I?
When she called me
 
Claiming to be behind
bars ofrage.
I was too
misguided to
Help
To move
 
But this Cambria font
Is a steel bar in a spineless vessel
 
Suddenly I’m endowed
Vigored
These pixels are my
Wails into the great abyss
My syntactically decrepit Excalibur
Defeating demons
One letter at a time
 
Sweet relief as my worries and fears
Momentarily disappear with the
Incessant clicking of a keyboard
 
Reality may keep my feet bound
But it can not seal my voice
It may make me a coward
And weak
 
But as long as I have
This.
 
These Selfish words
Conjured to bolster the
Thoughts of a narcissist
That I can scream
Create a great cacophony
That can ruin the sleep of
Any free bird
 
I will stand here
Do as you wish
Because I will always have
This.
 
My source of hope
My Nirvana
My untouchable escape
 
And I hope the wind blows her
My sweet cleft notes from
My sinful serenade
 
Because why reality
Keeps me down
Poetry will always keep me up