A poet of prowess, of power
Soars words on the edge of her tongue
Fluttering, soaring, stuttering
Free
Or chained.

Words hold no meaning
Without intellect.
Emotions hold no feeling
Without recognition.

We assign these names
These courses of action
Bullets
And bouquets.

True meaning
Is defined not by the humane.

For we only can know
What we are taught.

Yet our acknowledgments
Are our own.