Since I was young I wanted to put on a show,
I didn't know what but I wanted it to flow.
The type of hero that could take down any foe,
Something this dark world could see shine and grow.
As I got older things started to change,
I started listening to people who were locked in a cage.
My mind flickered off and on,
It was as if I lost it and it was all gone.
But I still dreamed on about heroes and capes,
A good that would stick like tape.
But heroes started to lose,
I was knocked out of shoes.
Hoping there was something to do because the whole world blew.
The world continued to change and so did I,
I wasn't listening to the world or those guys.
Because I wanted to be the change I wanted in the world,
No one believed going from poverty to pearls.
This writing it gave me a voice,
Something that was much more valued than any Rolls-Royce.
It was then I realized the freedom of speech
The sweetest gift for any of old peach.
So as I stand and write this I suddenly realize I don't have to rhyme.
For the message isn't worth that time.
Freedom is freedom and it is great,
I never have to do what I am told or do it in a certain way,
This is really how I think heroes are made
I don't know a lot I am not going to lie,
But I believe that heroes are the reason why,
I can get up in peace and believe in my ways because we all have freedom to speak on our days.
It was then that I noticed all that I was,
Not just a kid from the slums but one with the voice,
You can get out there even if you don't believe.
I am trying to be a hero so you can see all that poetry has ever taught me