By Aleah Loa
What passes as poetry?
Words that an amateur writer forces into stanzas.
Words that a confused teenager scribbles in their Literature textbook.
Words that a social worker whispers to her sick wife.
A description of how heavy my chest felt when that song came on.
A description of how the violent tide drowned the black sand.
A description of how my cheeks grew roses when you touched my hand.
Something you should have told your mom, but you told your blog instead.
Something you should have said, but you were scared of feeling small.
Something you should have done, but you were occupied with your own hesitation.