i been flipping thru pages upon pages
crammed with monologues by my
favorite authors, from Langston Hughes to James Baldwin
my will to create poems burns quicker than an incense
this ain’t a charade
i can bruise your ego in an instant
upon looking at the ink that my utensil oozes with
the doctor won’t be able to treat you
when someone like me is through
i don’t set limits
i transcend them
i don’t make wrongs
i rewrite them all
i don’t stress over those who don’t support me
they will anyway
i render their theories of doubt incorrect
how much am i willing to give
just to get what i really want
as much as I got, to be honest
when i say nothing is getting in my way
i mean nothing
what part of that don’t you understand
so why do you continue to bring me down
that’s all right
watch how I come up bro
your boy just hit the jackpot, i ain’t
need a lottery ticket to win the mega millions neither
each piece i pen is worth the same amount
knowledge by the pop
the more that you request
the more that it might cost you
wait no
you don’t gotta pay for anything that’s priceless
About the Creator
savage writer
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