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why poetry?
Jack Henry
somebody asked me
why i picked poetry
i thought a moment
and realized
you can’t pick poetry
it picks you
it’s like birth
you can’t pick mom or dad
sometimes i wish i had been aborted
that way the whip wouldn’t crack
sorrow wouldn’t blur through tears
words wouldn’t hang on the edge
of salvation, teasing me, as always
i wonder what life would be like
if fame and fortune picked me
instead of poetry
maybe then someone might
call me back