I Call It A Poem Poem by Sylvia Chidi

Here we go again with a lesson
Gone are the days of my pen
Going is the era of local tribesmen
Arriving is an unstoppable breed of new women

These words I am typing
Are meant to be enlightening and delighting
My verse is classically glorifying
Above the veritable imagination of feelings

I call it a poem
Since it has style
It is about something, many things or a single item
While it is worth the while for me to file and compile
Evaporating slowly is nature suffocating us with torture
Of ways to endure and rapidly find it a cure

I call it a poem
Because I'm able to express myself to the reader
Construct words into amazing blocks like a builder!
Consider it with gratefulness as your thinking feeder
Capable of quenching the thirst of any gender!
So always think before you bleed as a teamplayer or leader

I call it a poem
As I decide when to be responsible
In painting it simple and making it sensible
Or complex and abstract so my intentions are invisible
Every word, sentence or paragraph is dispensable
On reaching the end of its pinnacle

I call it a poem
When it airs a message so strong
That has been caged for quite long!
Even an earthquake of sarcastic criticism
Cannot stop the desired effect on any citizen

My poem is always about me or you
Sometimes it turns to the old, sometimes the new
With statements that are false or true
It can shape into funny, beautiful, clever or absurd
Take heed, for at the very end, these are merely words!