Y I became a poet NOT FOR CONTEST

I believe that at first I had a thirst for word As a child I’d create my own style And make up words to popular songs Especially when I wanted to sing along But did not have the vocabulary at age two By age six I was full of poetic bliss But only pounding keys on my toy piano Shouting made up songs as I’d go Then on a whim of destiny I became a victim of rape But I had no word for it I truly didn’t know what to say I didn’t understand at age six That it was a teen and I was just a kid I saw blood and thought the cool aide I drank had simply leaked from me The pain and shame was like a bad dream But I did not despair for music was there Then at age seven ironically A family member, my father began molesting me This time after years I did speak To my sixth grade teacher who intervened But before I could find a way to tell I used poetry and journalism to excel My writing was not really the best But it saved me non the less So for me music and poetry Are at the core of my salvation my peace Years of fears tears and therapy I am healed and better for it all Thanks to God and a teacher Who inspired me to talk.