I Am a Poet

I am the Frankenstein created when you combine
An effortless speaker with a tireless thinker
A restless mind whose thoughts are not just mine
I don’t recite, I share
Give the world
A long, skeptical, curious stare then show you what I see there
That’s just me doing me
You can’t kill the migration by shooting the bird
I’m just me doing me
You can destroy the Bible but you can't destroy the Word
This is me doing me. So you can kill the noun
But you can’t kill the verb.
What I’m doing is me
I am action.
I teach you- simple emotion ain’t the same as pure passion
Contentment
So tender
Can’t compare to raw satisfaction
This is whole different pumpkin we’re smashing
Who could imagine that you could form a faction between
Rhyme and reason, art and ration, focus and distraction?
That’s just me doing me.
Yea
Who made bittersweet sound normal in your ears?
Who can mold emotion from words that fit weird?
Over the years, your :Langstons, Homers, Shakespeares
Those are my peers
Because soon enough they’ll be naming Nai-jeers
Though they wrote by different rules
All different rules
And my style is too free to be ruled
I mean, if you give me wide ruled or college ruled paper-
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Forget the formula and find another way
Another way to give a gem to the restless
Wake up the sleep and bring breakfast
Steaming and sweet
Sweet and steaming with meaning that refreshes the brain
Early
But the cereal ain’t the same when you go against the whole grain
Young people gotta have their pop.
But it’s a shame
Because these corn flake characters make rapping look lame
Like they’re lucky just to have a charm on their chain
Like their arteries ought to be strained
Because their blood pumps in vain
My blood pumps the same as Martin
Heart of a king
But rewind back before the dream
While Martin was at Morehouse
Malcolm was in a whorehouse.
We all chase freedom, you just gotta find YOUR route.
Both turned out murdered, executed, death penalty
For enlightenment…?
Well you can hand in my indictment with excitement
Because this little light of mine I’m gonna shine and get high with
Fly with, survive with and die with
Are you deaf?
Are you dumb?
Are you blind?
What? You’re still trying
To read between the lines?
That’s fine.
Try writing between them
Try thinking
Between them
Try rocking the boat, sinking, straining, struggling to breath
And: swinging, drowning, drinking, gulping, gurgling, gasping, wheezing… then swimming, emerging, singing and dripping freedom
I am
I didn’t make the wheel
I just like to make it spin
I’m still, a creator
But I aint make the world
I just like to watch it spin.
I am: an observer
I am: I writer
I am a poet.