People are not poetry

You can write for hours on hours

Of all of the things that you wish that you could be

But the truth of the matter is simple

People are not poetry

And I know that you wish that you was not awkward

That sweet words would roll right off of your tongue

But your time here is too short just to worry

How each single sentence is strung

It is okay to be rough around the edges

To be bruised up, broken and scarred

But it is not okay to let people tell you

That it is a reason to change who you are

Your hair does not always sit neatly

The way a poem sits so neatly in lines

And sometimes you might feel like a word

That nobody has learned to define

You might not be a star that lights darkness

Or a bird that can teach us to soar

But it is okay, because you are just too complex

To be crammed into one metaphor

It is okay to not know what it is that you are doing

Since your feelings do not all have to rhyme

Though a poem, once complete is eternal

You have the freedom to change over time

You are much more than could ever be written

There is no title to say, "This is me."

You cannot be trapped in the band of a notebook

Because people are not poetry.

Written By:

Crystal Kay Floyd