Poets are my people

Poets are my people
Do you know that?
They are…

We make poems
Out of skin and bone…
Out of our intuition….

We grab a pen, a mic
To say what we need to say
Inspire youthful voices rise like the
The golden sun in the sky…..

We share imagery
Simile among others
Respectfully….
Go onstage and be cursin
Out the storms from our souls…

Sometimes our inner selves
Need to be shown on pages
A work of art….

Our ancestors before us hums
Beautiful stanzas before we ink
Before we drop
We flow masterpiece out of our lungs
As clouds…

We spoke what’s matters to us,
The deep movement, a protest…
Givin us a round full of snaps
We just give an audience
A favorite line…a soulful metaphor
How it becomes a brilliant memory….

Cos poets are my people…
I don’t know what you’re talkin
About…we love to write, we love words
We love to make people feel and think…
We’re not the most famous in today’s society…
We’re truly aware that poetry doesn’t pay any bills
But I know for one thing,

The world need us…they do have a listenin ear…
As we express our own humanity…
Our own vulnerable truths..
It’s an insult if you tell us to stop writin a poem
Especially how our controversies cause a stir…
You may ban us
You may shush us
However we’re louder,
Louder than music…
It’s not some poetry thing
It’s more than that….
It’s our lives
Since we’re young….

Oh poets are my people…
I love them
They love me, too
We exchange our heartbeats poetically…

❣️♥️💯🫶🏾✊🏿✨©️ Kai C. 10-24-24