The words are straining to be birth
And their intensity increase my girth
They don't understand gestation
They long for instaneous manifestion
Oh my God I think my water just broke
And trying to hold back the flow is a joke
Not even close to my appointed time or due date
But poetry won't be confined to anyone's dictate
It wants to come out right now, this very hour
Its head breaks through the canal with power
Oh no there is no holding it back any more
For its body is flowing through my core
Poetry is born on it own sweet time
It does not need a reason for the rhyme
I cannot force it or coerce it to come
It only comes when it feels welcome
Oh how I love my sweet baby, POETRY
And their intensity increase my girth
They don't understand gestation
They long for instaneous manifestion
Oh my God I think my water just broke
And trying to hold back the flow is a joke
Not even close to my appointed time or due date
But poetry won't be confined to anyone's dictate
It wants to come out right now, this very hour
Its head breaks through the canal with power
Oh no there is no holding it back any more
For its body is flowing through my core
Poetry is born on it own sweet time
It does not need a reason for the rhyme
I cannot force it or coerce it to come
It only comes when it feels welcome
Oh how I love my sweet baby, POETRY