Sometimes I think I am a poet
And laugh cause I didn’t know it.
Then I think again,
And see I have been mistaken.
For all the things I have written
Are just words on a page
And make no impact to the deeds of the day.
They are stereotyped fears,
And all of the things I hold dear,
They mean nothing to those who come near.
My words hold no impact,
For the world that holds me here.
-ALC December 30, 2016