
I listen as poets deliver their words with action
Stirring your spirit causing rippling reactions
Yet all I can do is speak
They flail their arms giving life to words
Jumping from their lips like colorful birds
Yet all I can do is speak
Using sing song inflections and vowel imperfections
Yet All I can so is speak
Eyes to the sky, then their head drops low
Taking on a lyrical roller coaster as you watch the show
Yet all I can do is speak
Face distorted body contorted
Yet all I can do is speak…
Will you hear my words the same?
Hear my questions, feel my passions and my pain?
I cannot act out my lyrical prose to make you pay attention
Or clap standing tall on the tip of your toes
All I can do is speak and speak and speak
My words are no less or no more
And when I’m done my mic still drops to the floor
I hope you hear me just the same
For no matter the delivery no words are spoken in vain
© Soulmuze 2014