No need to recruit Maury for this
I’m pregnant and poetry did it
This wasn’t unexpected because
We purposely made love
I lit candles
He massaged my heart strings
I began to tingle
Poetry peeled off my clothes
My shirt of over analytical thinking
My pants heavy with doubt
Poetry whispered freedom
So, I freed myself
Standing in front of poetry
My naked uninhibited self
I never thought twice about poetry
Now here we are in the delivery room
I’m panting and breathing and pushing out
I hear everyone around me
Out came those similes
BREATHE, easy for a minute
But make room for imagery
Rhyme and meter might be
The simplest part
Metaphors and personification
Might not be such a walk in the park
We’re almost there now don’t lose heart
Congratulations, you have given new life to poetry
He must be Harlem’s baby.
He looks just like the Harlem Renaissance
By Dramatis Personae
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