Dear Poetry,

This is the power of spoken word.

If I could give a voice

to the words scribbled

down deep in my flesh,

coursing through my

bloodstream romances

and lodged in the back

of my vise throat,

with lungs slowly

s u f f o c a t i n g

from lack of spoken word--

I believe I could

churn the hearts of

love sick coffee shop attendees.

anger every government official,

and cause a riot in the white house--

as I place a pen in the hand

of every child with poetry lurking

behind innocent eyes.