Is that poem about me?

I get it all the time;

who is that poem about?

 

Is it about ME,

is it about HER?

 

It better not be about HER,

that would be so wrong,

and inconsiderate, maybe.

 

Yes,

the poem is about HER,

and it is about YOU,

and it about EVERYONE.

 

You can't segment each poem,

because life is not built that way,

it's a giant collective experience,

that makes up everything you are,

and therefore,

everything you write is a reflection of everybody,

who ever had an influence on your life.

 

Why did I write about that NOW,

why didn't I write about this, or that,

or the death of small animals,

the miserable life of a pop star,

the struggles of the oppressed,

the racism that plagues our society?

 

I didn't feel like it,

and I don't feel like it now.

 

Life is about finding your passion,

and when you WANT to do something,

everything about life makes sense.

 

When your passion leaves you,

find it again,

or there's no point to any of this.

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