A natural science

Being a poet is the way sugars are processed in my body. The sugars I eat are the experiences I went through.

          The multiple times I was downgraded as a kid who wouldn't be smart nor cool as the others.

          The multiple times I grew and stood to define myself instead of letting others do it for me.

These sugars build up so high that my beta cells sense it.

           My sadness.

           My anger.

           My never-ending fire for change.

These cells secretes insulin into my blood.

            My metaphors.

            My similes

            My choice of words.

            My creativity.

The insulin unlock my weak cells to absorb the sugars, to create energy.

             The energy to speak my feelings through the pen.

             The energy to shout my anger out onto the paper.

             The energy to cry through the pages I wipe my tears on.

             The energy to share a story of someone else in the world who cannot speak the way I can.

My body stores the leftover sugars in my liver for a time I will need them. When my sugar level is too low, my alpha cells sense it.

             My attitude.

             My thoughts.

             My opinions.

These cells secrete glucagon into my blood.

             My ideas.

             My analogies.

             My potential.

The glucagon causes my liver to release sugars.

              Increasing my ability to make new world with a pen and paper.

              Increasing my army of characters who have been in the bad and good.

              Increasing the volume to my voice to thousands that needs to hear.

              Decreasing the struggles I tackle in my mind.

              Decreasing the number of people who think I don't have a story to give.

              Decreasing the hate between each other and myself.

Poetry is a natural science to me. Fortunately, it's something that is part of me.

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