Rich

“You write? You’re gonna be broke” they said
I don’t write for the green
I write for the black
The grim souls who are never heard, only seen
The rebels who “need their lives back on track”
The schizophrenic boy with the characters in his head
For the girl who used her arms for cutting boards instead
I write for me
The me inside that won’t speak up
Afraid of being judged
But in reality, the world can’t keep up
I’m too creative for the average mind to digest
I use words, and a masterpiece manifests
If these words keep my heart rich
But my pockets empty
Who’s to say I’m not wealthy
 

Todays poetry contest submission was written by Che Rhys.

 

Do you think it could possibly be one of the best new poems of 2013?

 

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