Terms & Conditions
A poem I never agreed to write
As I lay here,
I find myself unclear.
Uncertain of what is being woven.
Do you think I should not post this in Poets?
I don’t know.
But what I do know is…
I never agreed to these conditions.
I can say I have a mission—
But maybe I’m just another soldier
at war with himself.
Or can I become more
than what I am,
By the cards we’re dealt?
Didn’t Siddhartha once ask…
Do we create this world?
Can we shape something new
From the hand we’re given?
I don’t like to rhyme all the time,
But I love to create something
That’s only mine.
Something I can hold—
Just for a moment.
And then?
Share it with the voiceless.
About the Creator
Jasper Blackwood
Married and grounded in love. Investigative journalist driven by truth, not trends. I mentor, lead, and confront systems—not symptoms. Tension sparks action. Injustice fuels purpose. Believe. Act. Change.
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