Wise Ocean Tide

I am a page half full of my hopes and dreams
A stream of unknown knowledge
Flowing over mixed stereotypes and ignorance
Washing away false beliefs and prejudices
Like the oceans tide pushed by the moon
Cleaning the slate for the truth to occupy
Knowing that the filth would return
To misconstrue that picture of me
That reflection you see
But can't touch

I am a pretty notion of a lost cause
An uplifting message to fallen soldiers
I am a lover, a friend, a poet, a writer
A young philosopher hungry for life constantly digesting lessons
Robbing them of their nutrients
And growing steadily into what my opposition doesn’t want me to be
I'm everything you could never be
And everything you shouldn’t want to be



A/N: I remember writing this for the Louder Than a Bomb spoken word/poetry competition. I was in a group of three other very talented poets and this was my part of the poem. It was a great poem I wish I had the whole thing; It was amazing.