These are not just words.
These metaphors are my story,
Made alive by the imagery and descriptions.

These alliterations
are the rhythmic beat of my heart.
Laying bare my emotions and expressions as they are.

Behind these euphemisms,
You can smell my mind’s longing.
My mind itching to confront what is feared.

These idioms and proverbs,
They reveal my identity.
Expressing what our forefathers and foremothers composed.

These hyperboles,
They scream out my laments
And my shouts for joy as they are.
These are not just words.

These free verses express and exercise my freedom of speech.
The sonnets, like my fingertips on the guitar strings and paino keys.
They play the harmonious tune of my being.
These ballads,
They shall remain when I depart,
Retelling my experiences to upcoming generations.
These are not just words.

Bring your words and I will bring mine,
Let’s stack them together as diverse as they are.
They will blend beautifully like the rainbow.
They will tell our stories.
They will revive hope.
They will revive faith.
They will revive love.
For these are not just words.

Let us not allow them to die,
Let us not let them decay,
For these are not just words.

These poems are not just words!