Not Yours to Sell

Most times I bleed these words
deserted by the elusive genius
as she courts other talents

Most times I squeeze these words
salty waters blinding eyes
as dams burst leaving no survivors

Most times I sift these words
trash swirling, syllables protesting
as I step on someone’s toes

Once in a while a verse is given
mundane comes to a halt and urgency
emerges as I capture the moment

Creativity and commerce always controversial
“I do it for the love.”
To you, impostor!
These tears, sweat and blood
are not yours to sell.

Khaya Ronkainen
Khaya Ronkainen is a writer, poet and creative professional. Her blog focuses on all things poetry and creative nonfiction.


  1. I can feel the fury, the indignation oozing through the lines, the rage that makes a birther of words bare her teeth at word thieves… so much emotion. I really like this, Khaya.

  2. Ooow that was so personal and damning! I could hear your teeth grinding by the final lines…spitting a curse at the thief XXX

  3. I love the ferocity of those closing lines!❤️

  4. The development of the poem was superbly done. Especially considering the topic of the poem, it the artistry put into the development and construction have that much more heft to them.

  5. I don’t know how people who steal the creations of others can live with themselves. Their souls are obviously bereft of any creative spark, otherwise they would understand the depth of the violation.

    Such a powerful piece, Khaya!

  6. There are many ways of stealing someone’s work. And it’s always surprising as we normally think we are smart enough to spot a scam. Thanks Emma for reading!

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