I'm i a poet I ask myself Or i just write To express something I've felt? We so many of late Poets i ment Many I've met Some their pieces I've read Some are lost Others left But within this space I fail to categorize My place. I'm i a poet I ask myself Of late my pieces Have been of feelings And fate But isn't that what poets Do when writing their specs? Expressing their desires And the mixed emotions They have felt Maybe a cry for help Or a struggle to defeat They intend... But still in this space I fail to categorize My place. I'm i a poet I ask myself I heard poets use Metaphors and Similes just To hide their say Or rhetoric questions Leaving their readers Mouth agape With thoughts at standstill Wondering what they ment But still in this space I fail to categorize My place. Maybe I'm a poet But I'm done asking Myself I know i write my thoughts And my says My feelings too Tho at times I put them at bay The happenings of yesterday And what the world Has shown me today, So maybe I'm a poet Or an invention I've created for myself Reason in this space I won't categorize My place.