Drelyn O. Van Deinse-Diaz - I Might Be Bad at Poetry

Oh lord who art in great heaven above why give me many blessings but make me bad at poetry 

I slave away trying to understand different words and phrases just to be bad at poetry

I stood atop chiseled stairs to attempt and profess my love through a poem of wonders. She kicked me

down. Tears so very large you could see them from space. I don't think she liked it. I might be bad at poetry   

Why? Oh Why! My mom shouts and kicks, this isn't coping she says it doesn't make sense. You can’t live thinking this way. 

How am I supposed to know? Wrote what sounded nice. She didn't get it or I might be bad at poetry 

She threw my poem, might as well rip it. Have I not been listening right? You know I spent time on that?

Not a traditional professor. Reads it out loud, picks it apart, I might be bad at poetry 

Not a time to myself, I hate everything I write I feel like nothing ever gets my point across. 

I spout nonsensical bull, that has meaning only to me, am I really bad at poetry? 

My friends read poetry as I sat and listened. Deconstructing everything, things I'd never thought of 

He turned to me, Drelyn, what do you think? I don't know man but I think I might be bad at poetry