Spoken Word Poet

I once heard someone say that they write life,
A pen is their weapon not a gun or a knife,
They silence a room with one metaphor,
Drawing so much attention that one can't ignore,
No matter how loud they are their echo screams louder,
The weapon they choose never needs any powder,
They never hurt or cheat or lie or steal,
But they speak of a day where there wasn't a meal,
Inspired by many but directed by none,
Start with one single word then they take it and run,
Until they've painted a picture full of words,
Adjectives and pronouns and conjunctions and verbs,
They step off the stage and return to the world,
But there's still the echo of every word that they hurled,
You wonder why in the silence it's the poem you hear,
It's because the message was etched deep within your ear.