I TELL

poem

I TELL…

 

I tell the tales

Of a thousand roaming souls

I speak a library of thoughts

Writing the life

Of a wounded soldier

Who’s dying desire

Was to have his wife and hold her

Of a ballerina

Who danced into her grave

‘cause when she looked in the mirror

Beauty was all she craved

And so, she starved.

Or the ten year old street kid

Who spent nights under bridges

with his sister to guard

he never really had a mother

in foster homes he was just another

and so, he’s gone.

Like the unclaimed body in the river named John

Doe, and so,

I become the voice

To tell you all the tragedies

But understand it’s not a choice

It's what I live to do

So maybe hearing bad news just isn’t for you

However, listen to my fairytales

Of pink striped tigers and purple whales.

I have a story for everyone

From mother to daughter

Father to son

But let’s bring it back to the boy who had a gun

He came into school

After he had had enough of people calling him a fool.

He put it to her head and all you heard was a pop

But you knew her life was over

You knew her heart had stopped

And it was

The same

Girl

Who everyone called a s**t

All those rumors circling,

I bet their mouths were shut

With pen and paper we have the power to destroy

Understand what I'm telling you

Writing is not a toy

Cause you don’t have control when

Escaping from your lips are unfiltered words

A mass movement alphabet

Stampeding in herds

I will continue to SPEAK odysseys

To WRITE tragedies

I will tell the tales of a thousand roaming souls

I will write a library of thoughts on a shelf

But the only anguish I dare not speak of

Is the one I find within myself