Can you taste the passion in poetry?
Poetry holds me like my invisible mother
Poetry is the tissue that wipes my depression away
It defines my birth date
Poetry flows in my red blood cells
It keeps reproducing poetic chemicals for my body
Poetry is produced in my heart, like the eternal life of love for my daughter
Poetry is loyal to me
It creates the essential vitamins for survival
God prescribes poetry to my divine destiny
Poetry produces different weather everyday
Poetry combs my hair
Talks to me on school days
Poetry is the contractions that my mother endured
Can you taste poison or passion in poetry?
About the Creator
Andrea Shaw
I love to write to express myself with freedom. I want to be a Author and business owner one day. Finishing up my Bachelor Degree in Business starting in February.
Keep reading
More stories from Andrea Shaw and writers in Poets and other communities.
Top Brands on a Budget
Growing up as a kid, my mom was a shopper. My mother paid the bills, but she loved to shop. Most of the products bought were name brand. Being a single mother with me and my sister, we received the best of everything growing up. In my eyes, she made it look so easy. We don’t recall missing a Christmas, birthday, or vacation. Dinner was cooked for us every night, even after working a long day in education. Taking care of home was her first priority as a mother. We had some struggles, but she made a way. Saving money wasn’t something I was taught growing up. Bargain shopping was not a part of my childhood.
By Andrea Shaw6 years ago in Lifehack
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.