poetry
poetry.
it used to be what we read in school;
harsh lines for more educated, eloquent, and sheltered minds.
minds untorn by the society around them.
devoid of thoughts of depression,
untarnished by the touch of abuse,
and free of the grasp of poverty.
i used to think poetry was
memory,
recollections
of pain and suffering.
but i realized that my pain and suffering was not what people like to read.
it is the more educated mind -
the more privileged,
that speaks volumes to the people.
because real life is just depressing.
"The poor woman who begs God"
written by a poor woman
is just poor.
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