(Photos courtesy of Abraham-Hicks…..)
On Being A Poet
Some people ask me, but aren’t you a poet?
I thought you read poetry? I have some sad news. I am no longer a poet.
I belong to a group called poets anonymous.
You’re not supposed to read, or write, or go anywhere near a mic.
But I didn’t stop reading entirely! Sometimes I delve. Dabble.
I can’t quit just like that!
I love writing poetry: The rush of the stage, the reactions from the audience…
The lifestyle, though a poor one, is incredibly alluring.
Truth be told, the mic came after me!
As a little girl, I would stand on the coffee table, holding a comb, and dance around. I wasn’t old enough to talk, (in any understandable language, Spanish, or English), but soon, the words, just took control!
My mom says I wouldn’t stop talking.
But that was only the beginning. Be careful. It’s a world of words out there!!