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Why doesn’t hate rhyme with anger
Or downfall with disaster?

In a room full of bright lights,
Why can’t I speak about darkness?
Why can’ I preach about pro blackness
When most of the congregation is white.

Remind me why I have to play by the rules,
Why this next line had to be random enough to end with the word ‘fools’.

What happens when I am inspired
By a range of words unrelated, unacceptable and unrhymable?
How do I speak about tears and vulnerability,
Or heartache and integrity?

At what point can I rhyme jealousy with betrayal?
Because those two go hand in hand,
There’s no need to be in denial.

But ashes to ashes
And dust to dust
A poet who is able to rhyme as the world around them crashes
Is a poet I cannot trust.

Love,
A
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5 thoughts on “Why Can’t I Rhyme?

  1. Lovely poem.

    “But ashes to ashes
    And dust to dust
    A poet who is able to rhyme as the world around them crashes
    Is a poet I cannot trust.” – love this bit.

    What if it’s the only way they know how to cope.

    Like

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