Poetry is sacred graffiti spray painted across the heart. Words that cannot be marred by war, hatred, or intolerance. Poetry is constructed from blood, sweat, and the fortified syllables of soul whispers. It hears the unspeakable’s deepest elations and tribulations, translates them into blues, ballads, and haikus of universally shared experiences. Poetry can be weapon or wonder. Fragmented or full-bodied. Elegant, or absolutely stunning in its ugliness. Poetry can be breathy and uplifting, or shouted and ready to tear down the walls. Poetry is anarchy swaying with a halo hula hoop.