I Want to Hear A Poem

I want to hear a poem.
I want to hear a poem about something real.
About something that will make someone who can't take it deal.
I want to hear a poem that makes people listen and make sense,
Of this world that is full of nothing more than incompetence.
About something more than just what you see.
About someone who says "I can be more than you will ever be"
About rape, about drugs, about the lack of love in the world,
About the hateful words of a former lover unfurled,
About the things that we said which should have been kept to ourselves,
About the unread books that sit on my shelves.
I want to hear a poem that is music to my ears and my mouth,
One that dances on my lips, my tongue and makes my heart go south.
Give me something to cry about, something to laugh about, something to feel about,
A poem about a feeling that everyone feels, the feeling of doubt.
But don't let me doubt your feelings, if you feel them let them be heard.
By your sister, by your brother, by your neighbor let them feel it.
Let them see what it is like to be you, let them see what is like to hurt.
let them bleed and be buried in the dirt.
the dirt that you have been dealing with all of your life.
Because these high school poets they bore me with their strife,
the teachers like those cliche lines, but they never see the real signs.
about how Maria's boyfriend cheated on her with some other girl,
Maria goes to English class, writes about it and gets an A.
The girl he cheated on Maria with, her name was Sophia.
Maria and her friends they hunted Sophia down
in an alley after school and they knifed her to death.
And Maria asked how her boyfriend tasted
as Sophia took her last breath.
But the teacher gave Sophia a B.
Even though Sophia wrote about how Maria was so angry.
Because the truth was Maria's boyfriend raped Sophia.
And no one will know that now because Sophia is dead,
Sophia was lost and afraid for her life,
and she did tell someone.
She told that teacher who gave her a B.
She used different rhyme schemes and her similes were all wrong,
But all Sophia was trying to do was sing her song.
She was telling in her own way what she knew was going to happen,
Without completely telling,
because she was too afraid to stand up and be heard.
Give them something that lets them listen,
and if they won't listen make them.
I want to hear a poem about something as deep as the ocean.
I want to hear a poem about every emotion...
that you're feeling when you're writing, stand up and be heard.
let your audience hang on every spoken word.
I want to her a poem about something deep,
About something strong.
I want to hear your feelings,
I want to hear a poem.
-written by me.