Marianne Moore Inspired Poem: (I, too, ____ it) "An Epic Poem on Poetry"

I, too, enjoy it: my favorites are lyrics,
Poetry in music.
Writing it, however, can be difficult, I
Struggle with
Choosing my words, setting the rhythm.
I like poems I can feel, words
That reflect my thoughts, my feelings
If I must, I'll write my own not because

I want to, no, it is required for education
They will
Judge. When they see that I've become
Unintelligent,
The same is true for all of us, we
Do not admire others
We cannot understand: the lonely
Keeping us apart in search of something that's the

Same, people fighting, a brave man taking a hit, an endless
Conflict between
Ourselves, the children shaking like dogs
Afraid of death, the worth-
Less soul, the forgotten--
Never are loved
To discriminate against "Seperate but equal

Is not equal;" all these lives are important. One must show
Some compassion
However: when blessed in life by luck, or fate
The result is not empathy,
For the ones amoung us that will be
"Victims of
Humanity"-- below
Happiness and recreation and live only

For survival, "you can never silence the voice of the voiceless"
It seems I have
Forgotten. The topic of this poem, lost.
Instead, words of life in
All it's rotteness and
You have read it to the end,
Surely, you are interested in poetry.

"The Perfect Drug"

Music is the perfect drug,
Musicians are the dealers.
Songs that express your deepest feelings,
Can be the greatest healers.
Whenever you may feel,
Like you're hopeless and alone,
Your music is your friend,
Always there to bring you home.
Music is an addiction,
Without it, I'd surely die.
My one true love for all of time,
Forever, getting high.