Stormy PoeticJustice

I used to write

words flowed from my pen

like lava out of a volcano

beautiful

and grotesque

I stood steadfast

like a statue

my pen a capable weapon

look at me the wrong way

shoot me some kind

sideways glance

and become the star of my very own stanza

you want to see me?

dream on

if you are lucky

I might let you

read me

through the armor

of the words

I used to write

my skin an impenetrable fortress

sworn to hide

and protect

my heart

and then here you come

the anti-muse

to steal my words

letter by letter

bleeding me

drop by drop

emptying my pen

here’s the thing

I write about anger

I write about sadness

I write about injustice, ignorance

and

shit white people say to me

I don’t write when I’m happy

and you make me happy

my skin suddenly

 

see-through

my armor

a crumpled heap at my feet

useless against you

and from my mouth escapes

sighs that part my lips with so much power

the force could make dragons fly

you make my dragon fly

so here I sit

with this pen that has become like a barrel of a gun

sprouting a flower

what the fuck rhymes with butterfly?

see what you have done?

colorful, twisted images

replaced by those of

snowflakes and snow angels

and long walks on the beach at sunset

every word I write a cliché like

“you are my lobster”

and

“how did I ever live without you?”

It seems you give me breath

you reach into my chest and pump my heart

beat after beat after beat

and never tire

I will never tire of feeling this way

I vow to show you every day

how much you mean to me

I used to write

but now

I sing