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Why did I become a Poet
Truthfully, the question knocked me off my feet
Like I was zapped by the stun gun,
The question is so insipid, so jejune, so naive
so unsavory that I caught myself dumfounded.
How can you ‘become’ a poet?
Can you even become one if you wanted to?
It’s not like you go to the school
to become a chef or a mechanic.
It’s more of a calling,
a dogged pursuit of the muses
You have to have ache in your heart
Passion in your soul, flair in your spirit
and streaks of craziness.
You have to feel the pain of the others
You have to cry their tears
You have to enjoy their joy
You have to celebrate their victory
and mourn their loss;
Neither can you become a poet
Nor can anyone make one out of you…
Either you have it in you or you don’t.
( “If a man comes to the door of poetry untouched by
the madness of the Muses, believing that technique alone will make
him a good poet, he and his sane compositions never reach perfection,
but are utterly eclipsed by the performances of the inspired madman.” ~Socrates)
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Abdul Malik
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