Treasure Island

kottrell johnson

(1988 / chicago)

' FOR I AM A METAPHOR'


'For i am a Metaphor

For i am free as a bird

wiser than wise itself

brighter than a sun gama ray

FOR I AM A METAPHOR

for i love like the word

think like einstein

dream like Martin

FOR I AM A METAPHOR

For i smell like success

Achieve like achievers

and soar like number 23

FOR I AM A METAPHOR

for i deliver like mailmen

determine like focus

and prosper like underdogs

FOR I......AM.....A METAPHOR'

By: Kottrell Johnson

Submitted: Monday, April 07, 2008

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  • Casey Delles (1/13/2012 7:59:00 AM)

    A lot of your metaphors are actually similes since you're comparing yourself to these various things using the word like. The comparisons are good though! I like the poem. (Report) Reply

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