I want to be a writer
I want my words to have worth like William.
With magical adjectives that travel through time
To conjure a landscape
And portray a peace
They reach across centuries.
I want my words to empower like Maya.
With certainty and strength to inflate the hearts
And sway the hips of a million women.
I want to reach her passion, wear her confidence,
Dare to share
I want my words to dance like Megan.
With rhythm and pace that catch the mood.
Authentic and articulate.
I want to share her eloquent urgency,
And use compassionate wit
I want the cunning of cummings
Whose playful poems create pictures
Irreverent with grammar and propriety.
Yet so perceptive and sensitive
They reveal our hidden yearning.
I want Emily’s honesty.
To be brave enough to voice
The most private
With words sharp enough
To penetrate the protected places.
Applying balm to the bruised.
I want to
Use words as dressings
To soothe, protect and bind.
To show that despite our necessary bravado,
We are alike
We are noticed and understood.