Poetry, Poetry, Poetry

I become the words on the page

The words that cling on to my chapped lips are now seen

They are now heard through

Poetry, Poetry, Poetry

I become more than the statistics

Poetry, Poetry, Poetry

I become more than the stereotypes

Poetry, Poetry, Poetry

There is no wrong

There is no right

Poetry, Poetry, Poetry

I use the pen to protect my people

I am no longer a mascot for your patriotic sport

Poetry, Poetry, Poetry

I am no longer a novelty that is forgotten on a lower shelf

I am no longer is discomfort

You can read me between the lines

Poetry, Poetry, Poetry

I am no longer held under a microscope

But held high upon a shrine

Poetry, Poetry, Poetry

I am no longer buried

I have sprouted from the ground

I am still here thanks to

Poetry, Poetry, Poetry