One day I want to be that poet.
The one you recognize bye the flow the drifting words.
With the lift in spirits.
And killing with words with knives of purity, truth, and honesty.
Ones who’s beats flow and so unique, so unrecognizable, so daring, so sound.
Ones who’s beats flows with a perfect rhythm, perfect melody, perfect sound.
I want to be heard!
I want to be known!
I want to be someone!
I want to be that poet!
Not like Edgar Allen Poe and his sad and painful, weak, dreary, and full of depressions.
Not like Langston Hughes and his love, and his daily experiences, and his kindness, love and affections.
NO!
Not like them.
Like me.
Because…..
I want to be heard!
I want to be known!
I want to be someone!
I want to be that poet!
To be the poet that people say “ yeah that’s the poet and they know it the can make a rhyme any time and with each phrase or a line they got the time.”
To hell I do!
To hell I can!
To hell I will cuz I am...
I AM!
That poet…
Alexis Sizer
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-poet-we-all-want-to-be/
