My Aspirations as a Poet

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I think its Wednesday
Better yet I’m sure its Monday.
Days camouflage together
My stories are a collage of ambitions.
You don’t have to go to Africa to see people starving
Our backyard is polluted and congested
By the people you see as vagabonds
Starving for your attention
I see them as lovers of the free land
Poets.
If you’ve never been lost in the eyes of a scribe
Then you should lose your compass of judgment.
I don’t make six figures!
I don’t eat full course meals everyday!
I sacrifice my family’s affection
So that you can hear my message
Or watch me perform monkey stunts
My notebook looks a lot like a zoo right now.
They tried to pin me in the career box of constraints
Then dared me to learn to think outside it.

I pray on Sunday
Not because it’s the religious thing to do
But because it’s the only day I have time.
I’m a poet
Not because I wrote a poem today
But because it’s the only thing I know how to do
It’s the only way I know to be.
We are starving
Waiting for someone to pay attention
If you ever get the chance to see a living poet
Please spare some change
Protect a rare species
Secure an ambition