To the poems I hate

a penny for the thoughts
a shot for the bullet wounds with smiles
i have ruled a world
i have made it to the moon
how can i forget about the wife,
the daughter, the family i have coloured
if you know what it means to be a poem –
you know how to be a heartbreak
a happy moment, a warrior, a crybaby
to be a poem is to feel and be everything.

Victor Oyedele