My mother always told me that words don’t mean shit
But I’m a writer so doesn’t that change a bit?
I make people feel
I make your senses run wild and free like…what white privilege must be…
Like
I take you back to emotions you forgot you had
And to memories you didn’t even have
I have the power to turn your moment from blissful to bad
You feel me?
You feel me without a single touch
I overstand that actions are great
But words still pack power
Running over your body like water from a shower
I soothe you
After a long day
Lay back and get tantalized by word play
Let my sentences and fragments lead you TO a breakthrough
My tongue is a beautiful font like calligraphy
You’ll have-
Epiphanies when you sit with me
And…this is all done by words
Sticks and stones may break MY bones
But words will forever heal me
Feel me?…