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But It's Just Poetry

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 Don't get my words confused

but when it's something this big

how can it lose

It can't just be words on the page

to be said on a stage

but it's more to me

than you see

in your eyes

when you say, "But it's just poetry"

I want to say it's not just poetry

it's painting pictures in motion to provide commotion in the ocean of thought

it brought down building and it has saved a man or woman

But when you say, "it's just poetry"

You don't see the multitudes explode

like the popping firecrackers that ignite every time a poet's words hit the light

And bring comfort to those who need it most

to se their brightest dream take flight

"But it's just poetry" to you

yet why doesn't it's power move you

It has the power to bring men to their knees leaving him begging

please please continue and bring in this frame of reality

that he needs to see

And if it's just poetry

why doest it heal the soul

make a person lose control

and inspire the masses to move their minds to the next level without passing

But it's just poetry

And if so. . . then why is love not love unless its in a love poem

Proclamations of fairth and revoluctions

to satiate multitudes for millenia

But it is just poetry

Yet if it is just that then why did Hughes, Wheatley, Barraka, Giovanni, Frost, Browning, Shakespeare and many others do it

was it to prove something or to show how a simple force like words can empower someone to understand the mysteries of life, love, and everything else in between

I'm not trying to plead it's case to you

beacause to you , you can believe what you want to

but to me, Poetry is life

in motion going fast 

rollercoasters thrill rides can't compare to the supersonic speed at how it reaches me

It s a kindred friend

something that never ends 

and always is fresh again and again and again

But to you it's just poetry

Yet to me, Poetry sets me free. . . . 

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