Master of Poetry

You make words rhyme
And it takes so little time
You write from your heart
Even when it’s torn apart
Nobody knows how you do it
No evidence to prove it
It’s baffling to even you
It’s too good to be true
It’s a part of your nature
And improves with your stature
You reach persons of all races
You face what each faces
You don’t promote guns
The ink from your pen runs
You fight wars with literature
Though your physique is miniature
You help them fight their fears
And help them wipe their tears
Your bloodline is nowhere near
But you’re a kin of Shakespeare
Then they ask who you are
A preacher or a soul-music star?
No, you’re not T.D Jakes or Floetry
But you are a master of poetry

Tags: Poems

Category: Poems