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Respecting My Own Words

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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