today i asked a friend if i was a good poet. br then i remembered the reson why i write br i write to free the pain within me br as each word flows though my mind br it flows through each line. br br i do not look to be jugde br i do not look to jugde br you are you br and i am i br br each poem i write is a peice of cotton wooven through my mind br each word within the poem is a cut on my heart. br br if you a judgeing my poems, you are judging yourself not me. br br your own perseption of a poem is, br mirror br lost hopes, dreams br joy, pain, br all within every word, every line br br Judge these poems, and see who you really are.