Poets Rain

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just different

We are the water bearers our cups run over
Poets cry that’s why poets write
Our tears flow throughout the night
Our pillows stained with ink & type
Drowning deeply in our tanks of life

An artist is not without sorrow
An artist is not without insight
We are the infinite wisdom
We are the prophets of today and tomorrow
We are sovereignty born to be Born again
We are  born to speak

We are the poems that write the songs
We are the language we are the art
We are the ink flowing through the deepest well
We are the UN sung heroes yet we are the fountains
Flowing many streams oceans waterfalls and brooks
We are unread books

Pits, seeds, earth, land seas
We are Africa
We are Zimbabwe We the Panama Bay
We are the streets, alleys and sun drift valleys

We are the intellect of profound self-respect
We are the barrios, the Yukon desert and the blizzards
We are hurricane rain we are love and pain
With pen in hand we carve out and carve in

We are the open doors of libraries of many books
We are pages of literary sanctuary
We cry on stages and across the pages of ages
We are the eyes of slaveries captivity
we are courageous

We are the hearts of the holocaust and lives lost
We are the shouts heard through echoed caves
We are the shovels that dig graves and mines
We are the minds of tomorrow we are the eyes of the blind

We send messages of love and romance
Our words perform a dance of jazz songs
We are the way low down home blues
The wind blows where it list the poet knows
We are created to compose
With our words we paint a rose

We draw pictures of sec pools, and muddy water bayous
We are the tunnels to freedom
We heard the call in the night to pick up pen & write
We are the jaw of the lion, the flying dove and the gentle cub
We hunger we thirst often the last not the first

We write for today we write for tomorrow
We write through our pain we write through our sorrow
We want to speak we need to be heard
Every sentence every word

We are the markers
Ceated with and extra opened eye
We are poets and we cry
Hear us now before we die