In a world where words are like precious gems
I ask them to handle poems with care
To hold them up to the light
And let the colors dance before their eyes
I ask them to listen
Press their ear against the hive of words
And let the buzzing of poetry
Fill their senses
But they, in their ignorance
Choose to treat poems like prisoners
To trap them in a chair with ropes
And demand a confession
They beat the words with a hose
Trying to force meaning from their lips
But poetry cannot be tortured
It speaks in whispers, not screams
So I will continue to ask
To plead with them to understand
That poems are not meant to be broken
But to be embraced and set free. (\"Poetry Should Not Take Hours to Comprehend\") by Courtney Weaver Jr.