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Hey guys. So this month has been very hard for me. November is the month of my grandmother and mothers birthday, who both have passed.My grandmothers was the fifth, and my moms is today. I have been writing all day at school, trying to piece together my feelings and I came up with this. I felt like I needed to share this with you guys seeing as I have true friends on here and I'm tired of keeping my feelings inside. I hope you guys have a good day and slay all hating whores, lol. 

-Mo.

Lyric

Poetry Saves

I believe in poetry. I believe in words expressing broken feelings and metaphors telling of passion within a topic. Poetry has been used throughout history as a means to tell stories of equality, love, hate, understanding, and self-acceptance. Langston Hughes' "I Too" is one of self-acceptance and equality. Maya Angelou's' "I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings" is about her life. It has been used as a voice to those who have none, whether in the form of spoken word, put to music with catchy beats, or heard within a smooth jazz tune. .it's everywhere.

When I was fourteen, my mother passed due to a long, hard battle with breast cancer. Through the course of her sickness, I kept in my head that I couldn't let her see me cry or act emotively. I had to be one hundred percent strong for her, but little did I know that it was tearing me up inside. Keeping such strong feelings bottled up for such a long time was eating me up. It was after she passed that I finally let out my emotions. I was introduced to poetry as more than just a class assignment when I was given the gift of a pink leather journal with fresh, white lined paper. That day I wrote out my feelings in three pages, front, and back. It felt good to let the ink in my pen be the voice I swore I would keep to myself. Throughout the course of a month, I had written fifteen poems and three short stories. My proudest moment came when I wrote this poem for my mother entitled "Her Strength".

"With her fight, I saw Her Strength

When she would tell me how tired she was, I took it as her saying she was giving up

That was the complete opposite.

She was hurting physically

Mentally tired

Emotionally up and down

But

She never gave up, only tried. .for me

For Lauren

For Landen

For Langston

For Daddy

She was aching for a cure, anything to stop the pain with which she felt

With Her Strength, I found my own

I found it in my blood to never give up because it's not in my DNA

Within myself, I saw Her Strength and

With Her Strength, I found my own."

That poem was the first piece I had written dedicated to her. I never showed it, or any of my works for that matter, to anyone because I wasn't trying to let anyone in on my feelings or my personal life. My love for poetry grew dramatically over time. I was writing it more often, reading it every day and appreciating its different forms, whether I agreed with what they spoke of or not. I let it's many platforms educate me in areas I was lacking.

Poetry, to many, is only a chance to rhyme whereas to me, it is a microphone for those who can't sing. A bat to those who can't swing. A love for the unloved. I believe in poetry and all it helps accomplish.