It ain’t about the rhyming, it ain’t about the verbal crescendo, it’s about soul in the words that make your sneakers melt to the pavement leaving you with nothing but vulnerability. It ain’t about making you like poetry; it ain’t even about whether you love it or have even the slightest idea of what it is. It’s the emotions you feel as those words flow through the air like the smell of your first love. The thing about poetry is there is no “sugar coding” it just raw emotion. So call me crazy, neurotic, do it I dare you but not until you look up “spoken word” take a step out of your world and into mine then we’ll see what poetry is. Does it make me crazy if I let my soul leak out on this paper, if I get out in front of your face nothing but vulnerable. Emotions leaking out on this paper, curiosity of whether you can hear me or whether my lips are moving with no sound you want in my world? You want to see what I see? I could give you a list of the most influential poets who have changed my life with their words some “sticky sweet” while others with just raw emotion. Those “crazy poets” well I guess I’ll find me home with those “crazy poets”.