I've been struggling to write a poem

Maybe it's the need to force rhyme

Or create these crazy metaphors

In hopes that you awe at my wit

I use to write daily

Thoughts turned to poetic odes

I fell in love with the play of words

I use to make adjectives responsible for describing my identity

In ways only similies could define

Like how sweet her lips taste

After finding trust again

Only understood by feelings of

Raw emotion

Not always easily explained

By the call for performance

The pain buried deep between

Sorry and forgiveness

Betrayal and worry

Lying in that space are wounds

Never visible

Often struck by the voices

Of curiosity

I find myself in front of a classroom

Teaching poetry

Though they know not that

I've struggled to write a poem

I challenge them in every way

I have not

To find their story

To tell their story

To BE their story

Hiding behind the words and stories they create

Crying inside, in envy of their bravery.

So today I write a poem

For those who struggle with writers block

Today block the writer

And simply embrace human thoughts

I'm conflicted between right and wrong

Left sided politics and conservative religion--- Bipartisanship

No one makes decisions.

I'm tryna break through capitalism

In meetings at fancy dinners

Ain't that a contradiction?

Should I run for congress

Or a dream of being famous

A human, dehumanized by critics

It's all the same based on your intentions.

Terrorist of my own mind

To blown up all my limits

The skies see no ceilings

Between a thousand and a million

Between an ego and my feelings

Between the truth and a gimmick

Just to live the "American Dream"

I can sell out right now...

I can sell out right now

#movementbe