S O U L P O E T

I am a soul poet, more generally an artist and
By this, I mean many things and by things I mean literary techniques mixed with sentience to form of a being.

I am a soul poet
And by poet I mean artist and I have decided there are just too many reasons not to be an artist.
I am a soul poet and I see myself and ask this,
Am I cut out for being an artist.
For what is art for if it's not for yourself
A lying artist is an artist in doubt
And I can tell you all with great trepidation,
I doubt myself everyday.

I am a soul poet,
Hurt and cursed and loved all above,
Lessons taught to the self, by the self,
For the self.
Like the books on my shelf
I collect many things.
I have as many books as self care thoughts,
As many shirts as I have dysphoria,
As many water colour pencils for the tears I've cried,
I am a fucking poet and I don't need to remind you about the unfairness of the universe,
The dying beauty of our world,
And how people brush me to the side,
Unimportant, inadequate, too young.
I am just a poet, more generally an artist,
And I know how people treat artists.

I'll never be as famous as Shakespeare
And I won't leave a legacy like Homer
And I can sure as hell tell you I can't paint like Gentileschi.
English students won't learn about me in a hundred years time because I am not the first soul poet and I pray thee, I won't be the last.

That is the beauty of being a soul poet.
Not the first, not the last.
Our existence is quick and fast and explosive,
Real but surreal in its nature.
I have accepted that I am good, but not the best,
And I am content with understanding my place in the vast cosmos.
I am a speck.
But that speck, is a poet, more generally an artist and there are countless other specks,
Mothers, fathers, family, politicians, singers, soldiers, scientists,
Lives,
Existences.

We all leave marks,
We are all soul poets, more generally, artists.

Good morning,
Good afternoon,
Goodnight.