The ink is my blood
The pen is my vein
The book is the platform I put my craft on
Call me a poet, if you want to
Call me a writer, if you want to
Because I can bleed words –
Words that can’t be forgotten
When I bleed
I bleed words with pain
When I bleed
I bleed words with sorrow
When I bleed
I bleed endless words

Please let me be a poet
Because I have so many reasons to write
My demonstration will work out perfectly
Poetry, poetry, poetry
Look what you’ve done to me
You’ve turned me into another version of myself
A vivid version which I treasure
I trust my instincts
As I bleed on every person I meet
Because I can’t be easily forgotten

Poetry
Poetry
Poetry
I bleed poetry
I say full of pride;
Full of dignity and;
Full of confidence

I will write
Until I see my writings being presented in class
I’m scared of giving up
But I don’t have that in mind
I don’t let negativity destroy me
I move positively because I have my poetry
I bleed endless
I bleed continuously
Call me a poet, if you want to
Call me a writer, if you want to
Because I can bleed words –
Words that can’t be forgotten
When I bleed
I BLEED POETRY!