Still a poet

I haven’t written seriously in years but whenever a strong emotion comes at me, I tend to respond in stanzas. I have notebooks, napkins, Google Notes and now my Notes App to hold them in. The process usually feels like a victory but the real fun happens when it’s time to revise.

I remember my writer mentor in high school (Hi Kristin!) taught me the importance of revision. I learned early on not to be precious about the first draft. I used love hunching over a journal and crossing out lines in search of the right rhythm. My favorite high school memories include laughing hallways of the Palms Building while trying poems out with my fellow teen poets. Seriously, sign your kid up for InsideOut. It is a program that has grown since 1995 and continues to do so.

I can’t remember when I wrote below but I promise my influence was “Come. And Be My Baby” by Maya Angelou. This poem sounds nothing like it but whenever I try to rhyme, I think of it. I have revised the following poem at least three times and I might just edit it even after I post it here.

Eazy

I won’t not return a call

I won’t not answer a text

When the opportunity arises

I’ll try to ease your stress

Even when you’re too negative

To bother coming correct 

At least I know I belong to someone

Who don’t belong to me

In fact

You leave consistently 

It’s over for you every three weeks

But

Every shut eye ain’t sleep

Every goodbye ain’t gone

And I’ll be here waiting

Til the day

You’re actually done