I Be Worry

Writing came hard.
A few hundred thousand years had to pass 
before modern man scratched 
a thought on a rock
and broke free of himself.

No more pantomimes! No more guesswork!
Now we had a tool, a proper way
to tunnel out of darkness and locate others, not stopping 
until we had commas, italics, quotation marks, ellipses—
an ever-growing stockpile to make ourselves clear, 
worthy of the brains we’d been given.
They mattered, these tiny advancements,
and in using them we became, incidentally,
civilized.

so I be worry 
for reals
iykwim