I don’t need to proofread
I don’t even care.
My poetry is my heart, and I don’t need to
Check it over, because the thoughts I write
Are the thoughts that my heart evokes.
If the grammar is wrong, if the words are clunky,
If my explanation is off then that’s okay.
That’s what my heart wanted to say.
I don’t care whether anyone likes my words
They’re not for anyone else, and I won’t edit them
I will share my soul as bare as a freshly showered body
Dripping with the final remnants of the bath of creativity
I engulfed myself in.
I speak my truth with pride,
I will not proofread my heart.