(Meant as a spoken word piece)
Words are my art,
My heart is my poem
Words are what make me vulnerable
Cos my words are so open
Words are my lifeline,
They tell my story
They can validate my actions,
Articulate my pain, my glory!
They came from my heart,
When I told you three
They pierced through mine,
When yours cut too deep
They’ve fed my ego,
They’ve bruised my spirit,
But my soul restored,
Cos of the words within this (mind)
Words of anger,
They’ve spat in my face
Words from friends have kept me sane
Words that are whispered can turn Chinese,
And twist a knife in the back
When they’re misconceived
Words are so beautiful,
They can speak the truth
But words can lie and manipulate you
Words can teach,
Or mislead you astray
Your actions can contradict your words,
‘You didn’t mean what you said!’
Words can have intention,
Or they can honestly plead
‘Forgive me please, I didn’t mean it!’
Words are all talk, show me your actions
But I admit, I still love to hear them,
When you’re giving me that backstroke
Yeah, you’ve got a way with words,
You know how to play games with words
You can cover up your secrets
Without saying a word
Words can care, or not give a ….
Discriminatory, hatred filled
Passionate, sincere or ambiguous
I’ll say what I want cos words are free apparatus!
They conduct the sweetest music
Speak the realest lyrics
Or sing commercial chorus,
That influences our children
They can sell almost anything,
Even your soul,
When words lead to consequence,
You can lose control
Words can mean everything, nothing;
Structure personality
Some are better left unsaid
Some embody profanity
Hear with not just with your ears,
Listen with your eyes
For words alone can dictate,
To an ignorant state of mind
So take caution with the ones you absorb
The ones your toungue chooses to exercise
Let them come from here (heart)
Cos your words are your own
By Kiri Gray ©
