GIFTED

These words, I speak in my most authentic voice

 

Don’t get it twisted

I tossed the point. You missed it!

My pen will make you ghost the poems they scripted

But scratch appeal! I’m past appeal! The fact’s I’m real and gifted!

Yeah. That’s the deal! Now watch me build this structure till the Eifel feels I dissed it!

 

Thought I was here for fun stuff like make words rhyme

Make fans snap when they heard mine

Whip puns up in my weird mind

Spit nonstop. Speak man stuff. Heat fans up with blurred lines.

But this run’s tough this damn craft is one rough, absurd climb!

 

Stuck in a time with no regard for truth!

Packin’ punchy rhymes but there’s no reward for crude!

You have to speak as those who spoke before you spoke

Permit your wits to flow and they will know you rock

Try to preach on flaws; on systems broke and you’ll be dropped!

There’s no fun in facing facts!

Cuz no one’s interest is that.

I rode the wind to gain your praise

I wrote of things I knew amaze

I thought I’d win; appease your craze

I spoke of themes within your phase.

 

Not a rock and a hard place. I’m torn in two!

Trynna cope with the harsh mess I transformed into

Cuz if I spoke in smartness, you’d scorn me too

But the joke’s that hardness would mourn me too!

 

I know you hate the truths you hear

Due to fear of the direction in which you’ve been steered.

You’ve been veered by auctioneers

So, I gave up soul to pull you near

Fought and power through the weird

Spoke vanity for souvenirs

To my youthful ears truth was clear.

But my little voice couldn’t tear through the cheer.

 

Pressured to outdo my last rhyme

Turn my next poem into your pastime

I think I’ll blink and lose the synch to fast times

So… Let’s be in sync like dirty dishes, if that’s fine.

 

 I wield words to change a world-

That would rather hear baby sounds.

Cuz though the truth is pricier than pearls-

We’d rather coat stones with lies for love of dry ground.

I want to speak as me, for me and you

But you shut your ears when I use my mind

It’s no longer marketable to be true,

Cuz falsehood’s chain is a flashier bind.

I was blessed with the ability to see life-

Through the eyes of more than just me.

So… Scratch the in-thing! I’ll speak strife,

And pain and oppression as long as its reality.

Maybe I won’t get everyone hooked-

But I will speak in my most authentic voice.

Because what do we expect, when we treat Facebook,

The demise of true identity, as literature’s best choice?

I could chase my tail in cleverly written puns

And keep you looking for long enough to forget you hurt.

But I wasn’t gifted so I can do that cute dance.

I’d rather change your perception towards making life work.

 

But cuz you coped and walked the rope on this slope till the final stop,

I think you rock and so I’ll drop a couple thoughts with coats of ‘dope.’

 

My raging words are waging writing wars

Tearing my throat to bits. Uncertain what we fighting for.

I’m part real, part hero. Ts what I’m psycho for!

This loss on the inside tore my psyche core!

Tried to run the game with a course cyclical-

With icy foes who spite your flows-

Cuz they can’t stand folks the throne is rightly for!

You’re right. I’m flawed. But rightly so.

Young heart; old soul pillared with icicles. I’m slightly cold.

Cuz how do you relate to brokenness when you’re nicely whole?

 

Don’t get it twisted

I tossed the point. You missed it!

My pen will make you ghost the poems they scripted

But scratch appeal! I’m past appeal! The fact’s I’m real and gifted!

Yeah. That’s the deal! Now watch me build this structure till the Eifel feels I dissed it!

 

 

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