WORDS/WHO I AM

words...they follow us around connecting cities and streets
they wedge themselves into our minds and weave our dreams
they fall out of big mouths and hurt the ones that hold our hands
they dance along store heads screaming out demands
 they're emblazoned on the cotton wrapped on our chest
 poster boards written out by fragile hands to do our best
they filter in and out of empty space taunting our ears
we falter to their meanings  to conquer our fears
words ...they stomp on our hearts and burn our nerves
kill what you're thinking and bring to life what you deserve
they blanket the pages of our journals kissing the tip of your pen
they sit up right on doors telling us to knock before we come in
well your words have crawled into the inside of my soul
and burned a hole through everything i could ever hold
i hate the words that have, in the end, described who i am
but these words do not know what i am or who i am ~DK