Beeyotch's Poem Writing Contest

A Poem by Myra Joanna Arce [English]

My teacher told me

To fall in love with writers

'Cause they're the best lovers

That they will write about you

Not just about you

About how your eyes gleam

About how your hair shines

About how beautifully constructed

You are

My mother told me

That words are not just words

And they have life to creep

Inside the bright daylight

Or beneath the murky thoughts

That words give hope

That words give love

That words are beautiful

You are

My father told me

That words will cut through me

And when it does

I have nothing to wipe the blood with

And when it does

I'll have no one to help me with the bandages

And when it does

I'll be alone in the corner

With the dripping blood

And smudged mascara

But I have to be brave

You are

My first heartbreak told me

That I was the most beautiful

That I was not just striking

But the deepest haiku

That I was the most lovely sonnet

That I was the one you write an ode for

That a novel won't do

To describe how beautiful I am

It was too late to realize

That I didn't want to be beautiful

I wanted, I want to be loved

You are

I wanted to be

An Alys

Who creeped into his heart

I wanted to be

A Monique

Who made the badboy badder

I wanted to be

An Erika

Who chose to free herself

I wanted to be

A Dana

Who'd know that it's not just love

I wanted to be

A Kelly

Who knew her worth

I wanted to be

A Sandy

Who pursued what she wanted

But moreover

I wanted to be

An Ariesa Jane Domingo

Who created stories,

Characters, and life

Who built characters up

And gave a lot a life

This is the writer

My teacher was talking about

She's the one

You fall in love with.

- Hermionnaise Herondale