IAmHeThatSpeaks
Message from the poet:
"Hello and welcome all! I have the distinct pleasure of being the first poet to be featured on what is what will become a beautiful & supportive poetry page and community. I am the poet. IAmHeThatSpeaks. Why this name you may ask? I've chosen this name above all others , even my own, because it tells of the obstacles of sharing my poetry. To me, this name is the confidence I've claimed and am continuously building.
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I am a born and raised New Yorker, currently residing in Georgia. I have been writing poetry for 10+ years. Time flies while you write.
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IAmHeThatSpeaks writes because to be heard, is to be loved; to relate is to understand; and to be understood is to be cared for."
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Hannah's Son.
I’ve returned to you, just as I did, the day my momma gave me back to you.
Tears clouding her vision.
I’ve come to you with nothing and everything in my hand-
All I have are the tears I inherited from my mother and the words my grandmother used to formulate her prayers. With these essentials I struggle to tell you what you already know. To accept that you receive me knowing all that I don’t and all that I do, is at times uncanny. However, despite the overthinking, the barrier built brick by brick around communication, I still…with anxiety clutching me, offer my woes up to you.
My momma did it to save me and now I too, do it to save me…
So Please…I Beg That You…
Hold me while we talk. Everything in me wants to take all that I’ve been given and shove it in your chest; I am not your strongest solider. Don’t these tears tell you that? I cannot swing the sword with strength because woe is me! These days and nights oh they drain me…they exhaust me till the gaslight comes on.
For I know the plan you have for me but please tell me that it is not contingent on me running on fumes…
Tell me this and I’ll come running….I’ll even wipe my tears, swing this sword, take back what I’ve been given, and be your mightiest champion…
I’ll give it all to be it all.
-IAmHeThatSpeaks
(CR..)
The Pen Still Bleeds
We haven’t been seen together in a while have we…
Still, we keep each other alive…
I promise that I still think of you.
Never has your grip left my finger tips and never has the ink caked up for a twisted desert.
I still love you…my sweet sweet poetry.
My heart could never beat without you so let that reassure you…
After all you still save me…
-IAmHeThatSpeaks
(CR..)
(all images and words supplied + curated by the poet. artistic integrity remains with the poet.)