Goliath

“If you cannot be a poet, be the poem”- Donte Collins I never wanted to be a Goliath and let little things bring me down But I’ve drowned in too many slingshots to be looked up to Its funny how pebbles turn into boulders If I was bolder, would have told her long time ago That verses and flow only get you so far Making art from your scars Doesn’t make you an artist if you don’t believe in the truth behind your pen When poetry is your outlet And you preaching power Gotta be completely plugged in ‘Cause who you writing for in the end Forgot that my wounds mattered too That Im not always writing for you That Im not as pretty as the poem stumbling from my tongue Just a young girl hoping these words’ll still have me after I’ve disgraced them Used my pen to hide instead of reveal Sealed my Saul so you could see a Moses But that’s just the blind leading the blind So tonight, tonight it’s time I get free To tell you my chest is nothing but a broken levy So when floods fall from my eyes there is no guarantee that my heart’ll beat as beautiful and bold as it did at sunrise Like Sunday suns after Saturday moons How morning can come so soon I know first hand what they mean when they say Christians can be chameleons too How its hard to accept that your genius isn’t of value How my attempt at math, Making Art That Heals, is through words But observed that there's no security there And I'm all too aware my courage doesn’t exist beyond the pages of my notebook So look at my lines but please don’t read too far between them Im afraid of what you’ll find Because most days, seems like all nights Im afraid of my own mind So I don’t want to be the poet anymore, because I can't handle the responsibility Instead, let me be the poem so that someone will deliver me