when I read poetry
I search for the truth
I want it raw and not hidden behind
a bunch of words I have to lookup
tell me how exciting it was to secretly masturbate
in a ship's berthing compartment of 50 men
in a rack behind a thin blue curtain
with men lying above and below trying
not to shake and give yourself away
tell me about the power one feels having
the choice pick of many beautiful women
to spend the night for a mere five dollars
to be treated like a king ignoring the fact
her life is in your hands because
without money, she would starve to death
I know how hard it is to write about things
like caring for your mother dying of cancer
to have doctors mistrust you with her morphine
because you have long hair and a beard
when all you want is to run away because
seeing a loved one suffer hurts so much
those are things I appreciate in poetry
some say the truth will set you free
but I know the truth hurts
the truth will make you cry
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