a poem for a close friend of mine

you

were art hell bent on breaking your own frame

you were strength taken and concentrated into a package big enough to be heard

but quiet enough to be just mumbles

like you were born with a muzzle

this poem

is untitled

because i refuse to define you by your past

by your name

by your boundaries

you are more than what is written in the double helix of your DNA

climb up those ladder rungs that dare try to define you

until you reach top

and then scream

scream for the hate you have felt

scream for each bruise to be blamed on others

scream for all you are worth

and then realize you wont stop screaming

because your worth is unimaginable

your life is unending

your poem is untitled because i have never had words flow so fast through my finger tips

and i am trying to describe you

not confine you in this piece of work

your life has already written epics to rival the iliad

your odyssey may not not end in a homerun

but at least the author wasnt blind to her own short comings

you are honest

honest with yourself

honest with others

honestly i cant seem to find why anyone would hurt you

even your faults create lines in this literature

like earthquakes breaking bones

you describe your life as a disaster

and far from natural

born to change lives

the fire in your soul

leached into your appearance’

so each nod and wave

is followed by a firework of red hair and strength

you could move mountains if only you knew where to lift

start with yourself’

and lift’

lift yourself from your past

lift yourself up from this ground the world seems to like to kick you to

lift until each tear isnt seen as weakness but rather as proof

proof that you are alive

proof that you are meant to be different

proof that you are worth the words on this page

proof

that sometimes art wasnt meant to be put in borders

and it wasnt meant to be messed with

it was meant to be feared

it was meant to be learned from’

but most importantly, it was meant to be powerful

so i guess i can see the oil on your canvas each time you smile

you see your life as a picasso

everything out of place

but i promise each brush stroke that dare define your complexion

was executed so carefully

even leonardo da vinci would admire the acryllic alias you go by

so one day

when you break out of this musuem of a life and change something

do me a favor

and dont let this world damage such a priceless piece of work