I Am a Poet
By Welton E. Gearron

How do you feel when you want to express yourself?
Do you feel like there is something heavy that is weighing heavy on your chest?
Well when I feel like this, it’s like a beast of burden is kick so hard that it might cave in my chest.
So, I got to relieve this burden before the world, so that I can get so sibilance of rest.
Releasing the pressure from this life filled with stress.
This is my quest…
The world has no choice but to attest the fact immensely proud, that these are the words that I used to manifest without a doubt.
Listen closely and you will see that…
I manifest!
Uncompromisingly, I give of myself, the best parts of those good and bad scenes that invade our lives consistently.
The parts that we look at and they sometimes make us laugh and/or cry.
The words that I deliver are the ones that are supposed to make us all feel better and/or at least give us the understanding and the strength to endeavor on with vigor.
All ties with negativity, at that moment are severed.
Growing us to be more extravagant than the stress that we feel in this life…
But grandiose sounds better.
While being quite cleaver, I put my words together into a collage of prose that alleviates all tensions.
Not to mention, trying to make you think even clearer than sober sight could ever possibly deliver.
I am a poet.
A wordsmith of sorts…
A 1st year rookie in this sport…
Bound for the Hall of Fame of Outspoken poets…
Doctor to hearts, minds, and misunderstood spirits…
When I speak not only do you hear it, you feel it.
Displaying emotions with an acute intellect through this prose is my gift and I am giving.
I give of myself freely with no regrets and no resentments.
I can look at something and by my descriptions make it beautiful or twisted.
A political movement will be started from a reality that I merely mention.
I can move the crowd without lifting one finger.
When I open my mouth evil and its doers will shiver.
If I catch them at the right place and the right time, I will make them bitter.
The powers that be, fucked up when they gave me the 1st amendment freedom.
They did realize that I would use that same freedom of speech to teach and uplift the spirit.
Dig it…
I am a poet.

1st Composed: 10/17/02
Final Draft: 7/26/2005 10:54 AM