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It's All Love
I may speak about myself and come off as cocky,
I may take shots at you and say no one can stop me.
While I do have confidence- I respect what others say,
Writing down your struggles and the things you see everyday.
I'm not out to hurt anyone- There is no bad blood,
This is what I do, this is me- But it's all love.
Any poet, any writer- Anyone who can get my attention,
There's a few who keep me waiting- But names I won't mention.
The suspension I stay in- Anticipating the next piece,
The feeling, the emotions- Get nothing but respect from me.
Judgments get passed- Questions get asked,
Am I this, am I that- Do I fall in with the mass.
While I continue to remain questioned- There's no bad blood,
This is you, this me- It's all love.
If you've ever picked up a pen- And wrote down your story,
If you've ever strived to be different- Not be the majority.
For the novelist, the spoken word, the free verse, or rhymers,
The veterans, the amateurs, the dabblers and first timers.
To the challengers, the battlers, admirers and critics,
The fans, the friends, the partner- Stick with it.
Write what you feel, feel what you write- There is no bad blood,
This is us, this is poetry- And it's nothing but love.
Michael C. Lucas
