LOU: The Poet [Poem]

Let’s peak into the mind

of a young French-Haitian,

somebody who won’t talk a lot

but loves a conversation

somewhere between sheltered

& a slight bit hood

somebody who’s perspective

can be so

easily misunderstood

“Sticks & stones” ...

the continuation of that term

‘s a little bit absurd,

you’ll learn about

the potency

and power of your words

words can plant a seed,

a tree of life,

or woman pregnant,

but can make somebody

quickly go from King

to feeling peasant

you’ll realize your words

have life

& give meaning,

in the middle of a fight,

if used right is interceding

offers care on sight

sheds light

on misleadings

can be your jean & jacket

when this life

hands us beatings

in the same way,

the words you say

[can] invoke death

won’t kill you instantly

but bring you close,

a couple steps

can be the kind of pain

where you can

feel it in your chest

like alcohol to a cut

but a bandaid

to the bleeding

in case you were misreading

the last verse’s mystery

to be diffused

(& please excuse

my poor delivery)

let’s take a step

back

into that stanza

& dissect

just what I was saying

so you’re not

feeling perplexed

the pain you might’ve felt

in your chest

it rings true,

somebody might’ve said something

to really hurt you

or maybe disrespect,

nonetheless, still truth

it’s INTERNAL & nobody hurts

exactly how you do

the pain from alcohol

yes, it burns

but serves a purpose,

EXTERNAL, so

there're others that can

see which flaws

are surfaced

Reprimanding &

corrections

you might see

(at first) a weapon

but should you

claim "real",

just chill

& take the lesson

if someone else can see it

take a second & process it

of course the way they come off,

sure can heighten up the tension

the scrutiny

& insecurity

could rob ya blessings

but like alcohol,

the burn

would only lure

a couple seconds

To finish off this poem

these were thoughts

& I just wrote em

don’t speak in conversation

‘fore people say

I’ve over spoken

the power of a word.

just what you say AND how it’s spoken

& how much of your mind

you can provoke to be more open

I must admit that, convos,

yes, can be

more thought-provoking,

I have yet to find a way [to]

digress the pain

like ibuprofen

verbally, need work

& my best friend has been

these notes and...

I'm working on my tone

[so]till

further notice,

I’m a Poet.