Testimony of a Poet


Oh, child how you get so lyrical?
A miracle, truly a flower child individual.
Your words hold so much weight when you speak,
How you get deep?
Well, it’s ain’t that hard when you’re drowning.
I write anytime I’m frowning, when my happiness is going through a recession, depression is catching up to me.
But I won’t let it be, so I write my pain to gain a passion.
I’m not perfect, I always have to remind myself that I’m whole not a fraction.
I’m just caught in between who I want to be, how people see me and who I really am.
And I rather not give a damn but I do.
What’s new? Matter of fact what’s more true.
But when I write no one can tell me nothing.
And I’m not listening if you trying to tell me something.
Too busy getting high off a vibe, I’m on a different type of time.
I’m reckless, no chains or containment.
And I’m gunning at anyone trying to kill my freedom, willingly and aiming.
Because I write too much truth to waste when I speak.
This done got me through too many night where I rather not see the sun.
This ain’t fun this is therapy but I don’t think y’all hearing me .
Oh child how you get so lyrical ?
A miracle, truly a flower child individual.
Your words hold so much weight when you speak,
How you get deep ?
And honestly, I don’t know.
I just keep the words rhyming and I got a nice flow.

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