The blood of a poet
is no more precious than
the blood of a child
the blood of a gangbanger
the blood of a survivor
The blood of a poet
is no more profound than
the blood of a mother
the blood of AIDS
the blood of transfusions
The blood of a poet
is not special
is not special
It is not art
It is only human
And that is enough.submitted for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, Words Count With Mama Zen
