I am no Maya
My shoulders have carried troubles
but my burdens are nothing like hers.
Neither race nor class created my bars that caged me
My own uncreativity
Locked me in
And taught me to sing.
I am no Poe
Although I tried to be
I clung to dreams like sand
that slipped through damaged hands
Cried tears for love lost
Held on at all cost
Before I finally found my voice
And a new way to grasp onto hope.
I am no e.e.
Visionary yes (with
much to offer zigzags
on pages wings flapping
words about) but his
style just ain't me.
I am no Frost
My paths trodden and roads well-traveled
leave me with senses of lingering, lost
As the hourglass slowly unravels on
Revealing to me right and wrong
Yet still I must continue moving on
For all that I've yet to do
And all that's left to be done.
Unique is what I am
Rhythm and meter and line
Within my stanzas you'll find hidden meanings and hidden rhymes
I wax (philosophically) in code
Some day classes will dissect my works
searching for sneaky metaphors
and the keys to break my
I am a work in evolving progress
towards my very own poetic process.
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