I purposely did not and will not commit this to memory
Because I hate poets that have established their own definitions of what
“Real Poetry” is.
Paper does not take away from the truths I speak.
And talking like this or like that won’t make them any truer.
Truth.
Poetry has kept me from crumbling.
Truth.
Poetry has swept up the crumbs of me when I couldn’t quite speak it.
Truth.
Poetry is everything to me.
My E equals MC
Mic conquered and tears shed
All because of the words I read.
I purposely did not and will not commit this to memory
Because whether I have paper or not
I just need you to hear me.