Okay poets.
Let's sip our tea.
Because it sure is steaming
Hot.
Burning out mouths with knowledge.
Warming our bodies with rhythm.
So when we spill it.
It comes out flowing.
Because sis,
Our tea is scorching.
And needs to be heard.
Sis, These facts.
I never thought was worth sharing
But let me tell y'all something.
Tomorrow is not promised.
Tomorrow you may not be living.
So let's spill the tea
While it still hot.
Still in the kettle steaming.
But let us pour some brown sugar
So it not as bitter.
So that maybe
Someone would want to taste
Of what we have to say.
Because poet let me tell you something
We got a lot of it.
And we will not be silenced
By the ice, they put in it.
Or the artificial taste they replace us with.
Because we're all natural baby
And we're gonna show it.
And we don't give a FUCK if you don't like it.
Because we love it.
So we will continue
To write our words
Spill out tea.
Because as long as it's hot
So will our poetry.
So poet
Sit down,
And spill the tea.
YOU ARE READING
His poems, Their poems, My poems, Our poems
PoetryI write so he knows. I write so they know. I write so I know. I writes so we understand. Original poems and essays by Leasia Rayona "Leray" Posey.
