If Pressure Makes Diamonds
If pressure makes diamonds
why do you feel the need to press,me
Stress me when the most high blessed me
I’m poetry for real, yeah my roots run deep.
First, second and third eye open
so they know I don’t sleep.
Keep my head on a swivel in case somebody tries
To creep.
If pressure makes diamonds then life on the plains of
Mother Africa makes kings out of young lions.
From joy to pain writing is therapeutic through my
creativity my mental is well maintained, in tact never
drained. For the craft I show much respect, inspiration
no regrets, word play is the flex. Typing writing every text.
If pressure makes diamonds what would you call every
trauma , scar, stronghold, disease? When the pressure
Inflicted on diamond-like minds, bodies, souls succumb
To everything that causes these open wounds to bleed.
But my bleed is not your bleed. For, I bleed from my creative
Original one and only soul through my pen ink yes indeed.
So, if pressure makes diamonds and you feel the need to press me
Just know you're the fuel that causes my poetic river to flow.
From every tear, every fear, trial tribulation cross that I’ve bared.
There are not enough bottles to bottles up our tears plus
the myriad of lifetime experiences us poets endured that
we wear but we made it we are here!!
Copyright © Christen Foster | Year Posted 2023
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