Entry - MAG Poetry Prize 2011

To Whom It May Concern

by Sherese Gentles

If you are going to write the words of my story
Tell them I was young and unworthy.
Laying in the black of night, crying sorely
For fear of attaining my expected glory.
Years went by, my eyes became empty, and so I wrote words for a change
Though afraid of leaving the known, I enjoyed stepping into something strange.
Never thinking it would have aroused whispers, causing relationships to become estranged
I stood in the shadows watching the certified talented label my style as deranged.
Skillfully they counseled me and separated my poetry from rhyme
Eventually they ignored me, upon realizing I had no desire to be defined.
At the lowest point of life, I was reminded of the former dreams I declined
And so I leapt from dusk into my dawn running after that which is mine.
I’m running after her, now realizing that she is me.
I’m running after her, still trying to be free.

Added: 28.04.2011