I want to write the poem that inspires change,
The poem that never lies and doesn’t play games,
The poem that isn’t just looking for fame,
The poem that meets people and remembers their names.
I want to write the poem that is service oriented and does good deeds,
The poem that doesn’t follow others and is determined to lead,
The poem that will encourage the illiterate to learn how to read,
The poem that will outline the cure for HIV.
I want to write the poem that ends all domestic abuse,
The poem mends the broken home, and fixes the broken tooth,
The poem that maintains poise when all of Hell breaks loose,
The poem that never dies, and is forever in its youth.
I want to write the poem that crosses political borders of nations,
The poem that allows you to feel never felt before sensations,
The poem that doesn’t self-identify as Black, White, Latino, or Asian,
The poem that is the sole component of a doctoral dissertation.
I want to write the poem that writes poems, and has grandkids named Poetry,
The poem that makes those, who never paid attention to me, notice me,
The poem that makes college textbooks start quoting me,
The poem where the only response you can give is to “Say Yes” like Floetry.
I want the write the poem that is therapy for all of those who need it,
The poem that you can go to in the middle of the night, and tell your deepest secrets,
The poem that has truth, wisdom, and understanding, and isn’t afraid to release it,
The poem that has mounds of knowledge, but still continues to seek it.
I want to write the poem that describes what silence sounds like,
The poem that’s written in sign language with visual sound bites,
The poem that is dedicated to those who have rediscovered pens, and once again found mics,
The poem that can get up on stage, and make everyone who’s around hype.
I want to write the poem written in codes that no one can decipher,
The poem that gives sensational orgasms to erotic writers,
The poem that makes honesty the best policy of liars,
The poem that when recited leaves tongues and teeth on fire.
I want to write the poem that gives inspiration to those who inspire me,
The poem that makes my sperm donor wish he had stuck around after he decided to sire me,
The poem that makes vowels, consonants, and punctuation want to hire me,
The poem that prevents Donald Trump from having the temptation to fire me.
I want to write the poem where the reader decides its purpose,
The poem that thought about getting fully clothed, but decided to remain shirtless,
The poem that to me is priceless, but to others is worthless,
The poem that inspires divine revelations in the middle of church service.
I want to write the poem that takes from the rich to give to the poor,
The poem that keeps going until the pen and paper get sore,
The poem that leaves you never satisfied, and always wanting more,
The poem that can bring the troops home, and put an end to the war.