today’s truly timed
poets—griots of the times,
you must write because
chosen and gifted to do so
not to compete
one with another—
but inking words together
scripting othello hued echoes
completing the truth of our-story
his-story chose to delete
amplify the griots of old
who praised our phenomenal
queens—never using tainted
words that echoed the obscene
you young yearning poets
must be today’s storytellers
of our story's grand completion
be not drawn to mimicking
controlled creative competition
keep it forever real—your soul—
let no one or anything ever steal
let not your pregnant poetic mind
be aborted by competitive greed
let not your words be hollowed
by imprisoning judgment of others
rather let your words be hallowed
by your free and conscientious
spirit and creative self-perspective:
dropping rain always remains true
to its nature
let your inked words likewise remain
true to yours.