A War

You don't know true sorrow! he yelled

Look at you

White

Rich

Probably living with your

Parents

And you actually have the balls to

tell me you can

really feel something?

Go enlist in a war.
maybe then

if you get hurt

you'll understand

poetry

 

I

looked at him, square

in the eyes and said,

Yes, I'm white, rich, living with

my parents

But these facts alone

tell me and everyone else I am

three times the poet you are

 

How so?!  he demanded

 

I smiled

 

Go enlist in a war

against your thoughts and meditation

and all your spare time

Because you will get hurt

and then

you can understand

poetry