I'm not a poet and I did know that... Wait, that doesn't work.
Somehow I knew someone like you was going to be,
The only true match for me,
And here you are.
This is the day I have been waiting for;
Because you’re the reason my heart will swell,
I’m sure the condition will strengthen my drive, making me capable of doing anything.
I refuse to let my past cast its tarnishing effect all over who you are
Because, I believe you’re my chance for,
Climbing life’s lowest valleys and sailing its highest sea swell.
How could this be?
Am I really ready to give my love, support, my every and anything,
You need of me?
I hope my thoughts won’t scare you off or anything,
Because my declarations don’t follow a trend or society swell.
However, I can’t help but to want to share how happy we could possibly be.
As Rene Descartes believed: We think therefore we are,
Which is simple to decree, but it’s harder to answer why and what for?
I guess my real question is do you want to coexist with me?
Because if your answer is yes or even if it’s no, my emotional stance will swell,
And I can’t really put into words why for.
I just can relay and promise you that I’m not crazy or anything.
I’m just excited by our life’s options that could be,
Only if you let me,
Love you for who you are.
However, too bad all of this only plays in my mind when I pass you walking by.
Because the thought of verbalizing what bounces freely in my head
Truly scares the hell out of me…
Good day everyone! I thought I would give my poetry legs a little stretch. To be honest, I wrote this Sestina a while back. I was just looking through my small archive of poetry and this poem made me cringe the least, and Voilà, it made my post. I can guess what most of you are thinking. If I feel my poetry isn’t stellar, why post it, right? Well normally I would’ve been thinking along the same lines. However, today is special.
On this day Poet and novelist Maya Angelou was born in 1928. As her autobiography, I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings, describes she had a very hard childhood. Her adolescence led into a troubled adulthood. But still she rose! Through the years of hardship she found a wisdom that many only dream of achieving. Luckily for us she wasn’t against sharing her knowledge. I didn’t have the honor of knowing this phenomenal woman personally, but I felt it absolutely necessary to pay tribute to such a beautiful soul on the day of her birth. We love and miss your energy Maya.
Here’s one of her famous poems:
Still I Rise
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may tread me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.
Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.
Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard.
You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.
Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?
Out of the huts of history's shame
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.