I don’t call myself ,”ThePoet” because I think it’s cute.
It doesn’t ring in my mind like Earl or Countess.
It’s not a way to flaunt or impress anybody.
You name me one person impressed by poetry that is not a poet and I will name you somebody who died in the 1500’s.
I call myself that, not for you but for me.
It is really a hard thing to say about yourself. Its like saying, Hi, I’m the frail. Or hello, nice to meet you, I’m the witness to the madness.
No one cares really but when you say, I’m a poet they say, really, who isn’t?
Or they say, that’s cool but it don’t make no money.
Or they say, so basically you are a stuck up literary jerk.
No, I say it as a way to accept who I am.
To remind myself. I’m not a socialist, I’m not a feminist, I’m not a pragmatist or Catholic or fashion designer or an attorney or anything that raises eyebrows.
All that I do is absorb the whole entire world as I find it and regurgitate the pieces that touch me. Pieces that I think touch everyone.
I remind myself that I am just a vessel by bravely, maybe, vainly calling myself The Poet.
It’s shameful and humbling.
It keeps me from ever taking myself too seriously, ever getting too haughty or caught up.
I see and then I say.
I weave words.
That’s all.
I’m not a mathematician or a model.
I’m not a sailor or a soldier.
I’m not even a true story teller.
I’m a life taste tester. I’m an earth critic. I show you a window and you say what you see in it.
I say it so you say it.
I say it so you remember me.
I hope that you remember that when I’m gone, what I did, exists.
Puzzle pieces of everything through me for you.
And no, It might not be a multinational corporation that I have built on the back of slaves.
It might not be a worldwide religion that I founded that causes confusion for generations.
It might not be cause for a memorial to be erected by heads of state.
All it is, is me finally stepping into my own shoes, unafraid and admitting in front of the whole world that THIS is what I do.
I wouldn’t do anything else.
I can’t and I have tried!
This is who I am.
And I’m okay with it.
I accept it.
And it’s not popular.
And that doesn’t matter.
TO THINE OWNSELF, as they say…. I don’t need to do anything else but be the most authentic version of me.
It’s not cute. It’s my truth.
It’s here and right now.
I am she.
And this way, I get to see you, see me.

6-23-2014 8-20-59 PM


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