Poetry Saves Lifes
Since I was born,
I hit the ground running
I could not fall
And if I did,
I could not ask for help
I was born to a mom and a father, unlike many others
A father truck driver
Never there, but there to yell
He was there to tell me I couldn’t
He was there to tell me I had done it wrong
He was there to tell me “find out how to do it yourself”
Instead of teaching me
I learned to bike at twelve, I hoped he would teach me
My cousin did instead
If I tried without his help, I failed
If I failed, he told me I was shit
He told me I wouldn't learn
He told me...I would always fail
If I were mad I would cry
If I cried he would scold me
If I laughed he wouldn’t hear it
If I talked back...he would smack
If he were talking, I could not
If I tried to talk, he would yell back
I could never talk when he was around
For a time, I felt he could hear whenever I talked
I felt I could not talk
I could not cry
I could not yell, laugh or talk
I had no voice, my demons fed by my insides
Then Poetry came to me
Poetry allowed me to let the demons out, I could talk!
If I were angry I could say so
If I were sad, I could cry
I was not afraid of expression
I could say what the fuck I want
Whether he was there or not, my fears were gone
My voice present and loud I could talk!
I could cry, I could laugh
Nobody stopped me, not even dad
Before poetry, my solution was suicide
I would plan, but never had the balls
I was still afraid, that I would fail and not die
If that were to happen, my death would be from inside
Poetry, gave me a voice
Poetry gave me a reason to laugh
Poetry gave me a reason to cry
Poetry...Saved my life