Working Class Zero

Working class zero. The art of poetry is to write what you are thinking; The best poetry sometimes, comes without you needing to think. I write from the soul And sometimes I use my subconscious mind to do my bidding; Sometimes I study my target, To become better at performing my shtick. I want to be the best; so I try my best. I stutter when I speak in front of an audience, Because I have so many words that I need to get out. I have a million words and already formed sentences inside my head; I utter meaningless paraphrases, because I live underneath self-doubt. It keeps me down and leaves me feeling less than confident; But if I have the poem in front of me, I can pronounce it with such apparent confidence. Some people hear me reading my works and view me as being arrogant; But the truth is I am scared outside my shell And my words are my only defence. Poetry is my lover and this is a love that will last. Some say the best poetry is not written by someone from my class; But I just say I do not care about that. Writing is what I do, I am a poet; I will write until I die And thus I am turned to ash. I am no angel, no glistening thing of beauty; But I am not afraid of speaking truthfully. I am not charming and could never be a suitor; But I am disarming their fury one mind at a time to seize my future. If I make you smile, Then I have brought a little happiness into the world. If I make you think, maybe I became interesting. If I inspired you to write better than I can, Then I have become worthwhile. If I have affected you at all, Then I have accomplished meaning. (C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.