IT WAS PAIN

I became a poet at the age of 16. I did not intend to do it. It was not my fault. The year was 2017. Bein so young and vulnerable.. scared and alone.. burdened with pain and fear.. with no one to trust.... so Poems are where the pain goes, I do not write poetry with a heart full of joy, I write the sorrow so that it can be kept somewhere other than my heart, I write of my pain when I am left I write of my anger at the wrongs I see in this planet I write of love that does not become love but instead is flushed down the toilet I write of loneliness, I write blind with rage, I write the justice I do not see, I write the ribs of the orange dog begging for chicken who is not fed a bone and falls asleep hungry the poetry that falls from these hands is not a love story with doors being opened and first kisses, these poems rise from the trenches of despair, sorrow, heart ache, confusion, grief and pretend to be fierce and strong meanwhile I shiver and quake stay awake at night peacocking a liberation that is drowned in falsity hopeful strength only in validation I am not strong I am hurt and licking my wounds alone always alone with my pen do not be fooled poets are cowards who turn both strength and weakness into a dance heart ache into independence loneliness into courage It’s all yellow tail feathers and lies and deceit we are heartbroken and loveless grasping for control over that which we can never control with our pens.. I'M A POET Signed; Suleimann ebenezer matthews ---------------------------