His Name Was Poetry

He taught me the value of my 

emotions, to not be scared 

when i felt as if i had no one...

but to simply just pick my pin up 

and allow the anger built 

inside to flow out of my 

mind through my fingers 

like rivers of living water. 

He told me to display my  

feelings upon a white sheet 

of paper. 

Yeah, you know..that white 

sheet of paper with all those 

blue and red lines...that’s the 

one. Poetry taught me to 

embrace how i feel and be 

confident in every word that 

i speak. 

He is the color of the blind, the 

music to the deaf. He is the 

beauty of all words. He taught 

me he was an outlet for my 

ideas. He showed me how 

to express myself through 

my words each and every 

time i spoke. 

Poetry is the song that’s 

within my heart and he is the 

art form to my soul. Poetry

showed me freedom.

He created a platform for me

to say what I felt and not have to 

apologize for it. 

Through reading and writing poetry, 

I’ve learned who i am 

and how i can reveal the inner me 

to the world without 

feeling ashamed for doing it. 

Poetry you’ve taught me the

beginning of me and now 

i have to find the ending.

With my pin and my paper by my 

side as my soul protector.