I wrote this piece for the fighters
who throw their blows by way of ink
And craft works that make people think
and just to show off, lay down entendres twice
to make their readers blink
Far from a rapper, and I don't need a beat
unless you count the one that's in my heart
that doesn't seem to know defeat
At least when it comes to the page -
Life humbles me often, but with these words, I'm a sage
and the paper is the stage on which I display
the beautiful gift that my God gave
You see, I'm a writer,
and writers never lie
It just so happens that sometimes we hide
the truth within our lines
You read my work and sometimes you tweet it
Sometimes you say that you read it, but don't really mean it
I hope for your feedback because lowkey, I need it
but I'm a beast at this penmanship, color me conceited
When it comes to the phrases, I'll never concede it
See, poems are easy, articles require stats
but only a writer can give you the facts
in a way that the truth still resounds and doesn't distract
and once you read my work, you won't go back
I promise it
See, you're just a reader -
you just see me write pieces
you may not understand that I'm falling to pieces
but that's my intent - I'm not deceiving,
but I write what I write so I can speak peace
into my life
I don't campaign for "Likes," but I don't mind a "Share"
Say I'm writing for me, but lowkey, I want you to care
I want you to know that this is for those like me
who never met a metaphor they didn't like
or reassembled a phrase to reflect the times
or chopped and screwed up a cliche to refine
the way that it sounded - gave the words melody
gave even the conjunctions a purpose and parity
Writers know struggle, it gives us material
We specialize in making what's in our hearts visual
I love it so much that I'd do it for free
but I consider it an honor that people would pay me
And I'm not cocky - actually, for the pen I might be
In some things I struggle, in others, I've failed
Sometimes I craft pieces to keep me out of the hell,
out of the cell, locked in my mental jail
Got this "S" on my chest, but can't say I haven't been hurt
Hate to say that my best moments, are sometimes eclipsed by my worst
But if nothing else is certain, I know this to be sure -
my salvation, indeed my legacy, will always be preserved in my words.
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