One of my friends found out that I like to write poetry
And he says to me,
“Man, poems are for wussies.”
My first thought was to put my head down and flee,
But I couldn’t,
I had to disagree.
Oh, so would I be more of a man if I lifted weights?
Well wait,
I do lift weight.
My ideas and thoughts are heavier than any dumbbell.
The words I write down
Can’t be measured on any scale.”
“Would I be more of a man if I had a girlfriend I could make out with and
hold hands?
If only you knew how my poetry can make you feel.
My similes make a girl so beautiful you wouldn’t believe she was real.
My poems make a girl with no name
Put the appearance of any girlfriend you’ve had to shame.”
“If you’d just close your eyes and listen,
My metaphors make Miss America look like just another organism.”
“Are you more of a man than me,
Because you can beat me up in a fight?
All I’d have to show would be a bloody nose and a black eye.
I can’t fight worth crap and I have a weak jab,
But my tongue is an emotional knife
And my voice makes it stab.
If you want to fight me, I’ll run and hide,
But I can send a virus through you that eats you on the inside
Because my words make you question your own life.”
And then he tells me,
“No dude. Here’s the deal.
Poetry’s just a bunch of big words and descriptions that aren’t
real.”
And I go, “No,
Reality is dull so people always ask what’s next.
Life is just a lackluster screenplay
Your imagination is the special effects.
Memories trick you because really, the moment was boring.
Everybody knows it’s much more fun to tell the story.
I’m a man because I say who I am.
You’re the wimp,
Because when you want to say what’s on your mind,
Your tongue curls up like a shrimp.
You’re the one who’s defenseless.
My words are a shield,
‘Cause they express the way I feel.
So remember,
Sticks and stones may break my bones,
But my poetry can always heal.”
Written by David Icenogle