Member Poem

Give me a sword and I’d be a knight

Dawned in armor befitting a man

Made to protect the weak

Give me a pen and I’d be a poet

Shaping worlds wrapped in ink

With words fragile and unweilding

Give me an education and I’d be a scholar

Uncovering earths of the past

Finely coated in the mystery of ignorance

Give me a voice and I’d be a speaker

Profoundly throwing ideas

That others feared would shatter the walls around us

Give me nothing and I’d be nothing

Drifting through one chaotic subsequent event to the other

Never knowing what it would be like to be given a name.

Give me a pair of glasses and I’d be a seer

Finding the things too far away

Set in places too close to our hearts

Give me a gun and I’d be a killer

Itching with my fingers

To take lives and store them away in metal casings

Give me a phone and I’d be a talker

Ringing in the ears of invention

Forever setting the world apart in connection

Give me a mask and I’d be a thief

Grabbing at the desires of many

Within the reach of some too timid to reach

Give me Everything and I’d be human

Never knowing the extent

Of the things I’m given