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Verbal Grafitti


Poetry, the odd friend that's been by my side

With a helping hand that was eager to provide

Everything I needed when my life wasn't right

Even when not on paper, floated within sight

Of my dreams, my hopes, my doubts, my fears

Sometimes neither there, where, or here

 

Sometimes verses were free

Involving my feelings towards society

Because I did not see

The point in praising such futility that lied around me

I wanted to call out the demons even for a second

Tell my generational peers the future they were wrecking

True to form, that never sat well with them

Neither did my artwork satirizing their sin

 

So in third grade I

Said a haiku would be my

Method without lie

Fast-forward 9 years

I thought adding rhyme to hear

A new scheme quite dear

 

Unfortunately, I christened it something corny

Like an old father who's past his days of getting horny

Although sitting not too far behind

Was the old friend of the AABB line 

Was ingrained so far deep in my mental

Present without words like an instrumental

And although it's overdone like a Shakespearan sonnet

Some things end up that way, like a breadroll with Blue Bonnet

 

Other times, my thoughts presented themselves in a quatrain

Made me feel like Cypress Hill, Insane in the Memmbrane

Where everything rhymed, because my word choice was lame

among my peers because the number looked like a Sixers game

Painfully outnumbered compared to their own

Because my thoughts had larger pastures to roam

Albeit very Nas-like, very far from home

I was a child weaned on Common and Nina Simone

 

Back to the free

I spent large portions of childhood thinking "we"

W for why be

E-V-E-N involved in stupidity

If life was spades, you see

My hand couldn't beat a clubbed three

Because of the color of my skin

I was connotated with a inherent sin

Spelled diffrently as the word grew thin

Starts with N and had a A at the end

So between my art and poetry

I wanted to help the world see

My views, whatever shape they decide to be

Like a wall covered in verbal grafitti

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