If I Were a Poet

If I were a poet I would pour pieces Of my heart on pages Paint in crystalline clarity The anguish of my ancestors My poems would be embroidery Tailoring the strives of this generation I would write aspiration on the mountains of mama Liberia That her children - yet unseen Can see and maintain our dreams If I were a poet I would write the dead to life How deep can a poem be to cause a resurrection? I would write poems so deep Even the earth will use as its axis I would perform spoken words That would send you in awe Because I would play on more words Than any dictionary ever did I would take the hand Of my pen in marriage And you would call me Mr. Inkredible If I were a poet I would use my writings To spray the fragrance of principles As prove that if you keep standing for yourself You can become statuesque If I were a poet I would write the name of my Motherland In every anthology I see So that someone somewhere Can see the beauty of my lineage I would use words To build skyscrapers of optimism The truth is I want to become a poet But I haven't found the right words yet