MOTHER I’m a POET

I fade it into darkness when the question...  what do you want to do for a living is asked, ‘’I wanna be a marketing analyst.’’

Like that shit is true,

I avoid eye contact in order not to be asked how school is?

How varsity classes are treating me?

 How I’m dealing with the work load is?

How the assignments are? Etc

Because mom would you take it graceful, if I told you...

I skip class like illegal immigrate...

 Staying up late with a pen in my hand; awaiting that spark of brilliance to shred thoughts onto paper. With the power of moving doubt from one of those that listen to my tapes or she who’s sat in one of the few chairs at my recital.

 Poetic scripts that some who read it feel the light of inspiration to move on through life’s disappointments like a tiger with a throne stuck in its toe; which in essence the pain is temporary but the stripes are infinite.

I speak words that make memories come to life, cause.....I take you on a mental excavation, as you sit and dig out how your relation to my words, leave you with a smile.

i write from perspectives why, how, what, who and so on

using knowledge from the cerebral scrolls left by the greats before me. 

 as I would sit for hours on a bench at the park; doing nothing to the naked eye, but only if you knew how I watch all that goes on in the world, and how all those thoughts fight each other like titans vs the gods.

I mean I can’t look you in your eyes and tell you...  mother I’m a poet.

The tools of school I use now; high school should have been the end for me,

As I fade into darkness to say this, so...

I keep not going to school, and I keep lying to you about it, but I hind a gift of breathing from myself, as I hold my breath when I see how every one of my cousins get your highest and graceful approval when they accomplish every school related award. Putting myself in a box, asking if you would ever open it with the same grace or happiness if you heard I’m poet.

Mother this shit helps me to be a nigga of stature, a man that his kids would look up too and my wife will smile every day, through all the little poems I write in her honour, awaken to a day of blessing the world with this gift; maybe a life can change because of me, or maybe just maybe the world can finally change because of niggas like me.

But as for now I’m poet with the possible of being the greatest......

As for now I walk in the hollow walls; of your wanted desires of me becoming what you said I MUST BE. 

As time moves, I just hope I will be that which I dream off; I hope you will bless my destination when i finally break the news to you

Because I don’t want to be.....

The greatest......that never was

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