unlearned 

I am the poem that graces a page/ the spoken word that pontificates on an open mic stage/ I am the verse that extends like the wingspan of an ego/ soaring through the door to a metaphor/ I am similar to prose but different than a sonnet/ I am sultry like a simile /                        or southern belle strolling down a country road with an umbrella and yellow bonnet.

I am summertime and lemonade breezes / my tongue as cool as ice/ I am the lyric wrapped in a prayer / the poetic prose poised on bended knee / palms pressed / like a proverb / I am the spoken and the heard / the yellow brick road / the pathway to purpose/power

I am found if you search for me / deep in the crevice of despair / where olive oil burns / late in the midnight hour

I am the unlearned