Poets

They hear the way the words flow from our lips and they listen with their hearts.
They hear the echo of our souls as we put them on display.
We bring them to tears and laughter with just one look.
We mismatch words and emotions and create our own world.
The universe leers at us and we show them the best side of our middle finger.
Our difference is our creativity and our creativity is our outlet.
We attach it to the heart on our sleeves and bare it for the world to see.
The colours of our souls are united like a spiral of rainbows.
There is strength in numbers as our alter-egos come out to play.

They will remember us as the dark shaded outcasts.
They will remember us as we flow from objection to satisfaction. They will remember our diversity and our bond.
They will remember us as poets.