I like words

I like words… Yeah… words matter. I like words that don’t rush the air Soft like smoke but sharp like prayer Letters fall and they rearrange Little sounds that can shift a day I like words that tremble and breathe Not just pretty, but underneath Every syllable leaves a mark Tiny light in the dark I like words that carry weight Build a bridge or seal a fate I seen one line start a riot One sentence make a room go quiet Talk is cheap till it hit that nerve Till it name what you can’t put in words Language cut, language heal Say it wrong and it’s steel Hold my tongue but not my truth Every sound a living proof (speak it…) I like words When they honest, when they burn When they turn the tide inside When they open what we hide I like words Not for noise but for the nerve Every line I let it be A piece of me I like verbs, keep it moving No illusion, straight proving Nouns heavy, names real Adjectives don’t pay the bill Say less fluff, more spine If it’s yours, let it shine Silence cool but speech divine When the timing right I like whispers late at night Gentle wrongs and quiet right Poetry that don’t pretend Broken phrases that still mend Every echo in my chest Find a word and finally rest Female: If I lose my voice, who am I? Rapper: Still a story that won’t die. Female: If I choke on what I feel? Rapper: Let the rhythm make it real. Female: Every word I dare to send— That’s where fear and power blend. I like words When they honest, when they burn When they carve a space to stand When they help us understand I like words Not for fame but for the nerve Every line I let it be A piece of me