We Poets are
21st Century Prophets
filling up notebooks
and screaming on stages
We connect in a fashion
as we wear words
We dance on pages
stripping naked
to get you to listen
like what we
have to say
can be heard
better by eyes
but only 4%
of the public
suffers with
Sinestesia
And still we slash
our wrists with ballpoint pens
to get our souls heard
Hanging our pain like paintings
in an art exhibit entitled
'Emotional Poets'
Wanting
Waiting
Wishing
for an
Art Critic
to tare
us apart
Letter by letter
word for word
Because...
Because we are so
tightly put together
That we love
to be torn apart
We turn
the pain
into art
and scars
into deeply
embedded
ink wells
Don't you see?
We 21st Century Prophets
hold the keys to our
broken heart cages
by wielding pens in ways
that spark thought
Cant you see?
Our wrists are still tender
yet we slash them open
again and again because...
Because writers block
is a far far worse
form of torture
And never
being read
is a fate
worse than death
By Samantha Campbell
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I dont know why this is saying its by Paul Laurence Dunbar cause its not