Respecting My Own Words
- Kent Willingham
- Jun 28, 2021
- 1 min read
My soul is infused in these words,
and my life is embodied in every poem.
My words; release my feelings.
A tsunami of emotions-
joy, remorse, love, heartbreak, hope, despair,
submerging every reader into my subconscious.
Does my soliloquy take you on a ride?
Or has my monologue wasted your time?
These possible outcomes are nerve wrecking
either way, I should always respect my own words.
They are my past, my present, my future-
my experience.
They are my heartbeat, my pulse, my screams, my silence-
my song.
They are my actions, my inactions,
the infinite possibilities of my choices,
A culmination of words personifying me-
my sculpture.
While some hold my words close to their bosom
others, chastise and expel my words,
like George Floyd, they deface me-
attempting to tear me down,
like Eric Garner, they stop and frisk me-
attempting to suffocate my words,
like Trayvon Martin, they pierce me-
attempting to decimate my spirit.
My suppressed words
are my hidden treasure; they enrich me.
I scour deep within my vessel
to share my poems; and elevate your mind.
I will respect my own words,
because through my words,
through this pure and true form of expression
my flame, can never be-
extinguished.

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