I've always had a love affair with words. I started writing poetry in elementary school and eventually found myself reciting poems at spoken word venues in New Orleans and Atlanta. I loved to write, to listen, and to hear words. I learned that my words had power. I learned that I could speak and people would listen. I could write and people would read. I learned that my words had weight. I learned that I could inflict pain with my words. I could inspire with my words. I could condemn with my words. Proverbs says, "death and life are in the power of the tongue." Are you speaking life or are you speaking death? Use your words. They have power.
I’ve been in love with these words for some time
learned how to make them mine
and not get caught up in titles, cause they never really define
what’s between the lines
I learned that time heals all wounds
And hurt don’t heal soon,
So, I’m taking my time
When it comes to composing our rhyme scheme
Finding out what maturity means
Cause I’ve seen
what life is like without me and these words
without me and these verbs
without me being heard
clearly, its bigger than me
I stopped writing poetry
When it started writing me
Defining me, literally
putting my mind’s imagery
into stanzas and verses I’ve only heard mentally
It’s like my heart got a pen
And it won’t stop writing
These words ….
-Khia Stone
