I Didn't Claim Poetry

Inspired my Amberly's Me Poem.....Amber, Thanks for the inspiration!

I didn’t claim poetry
Poetry claimed me
It wrapped me up
And seduced me
At the tender age of three

I didn’t claim poetry
It claimed me
It called my name
While inside my mother’s womb

It nurtured me
And cuddled me
And wrapped me up in its cocoon

I write because of submission
It is my therapy
The only thing that allows
Me to maintain my sanity

I didn’t claim poetry
Poetry claimed me
With intoxication
For words medication
No need for translation
It be my sedation

I know no other way
It is the ex-pression
Of WHO I BE

I live for it
Die without it
And strive to perfect it

I be the muse
To the ink

The pen be the tool
To express me

Poetry is WHO I BE

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