READ THIS POEM GOING STRAIGHT ACROSS
To be a writer,To be a poet,To be obsessed with rhyming,
putting my poems together, To be writing stories about
life,stress,sex,urban legends its like “my pen scribbling
on its own my minds numb” “na mean?” and when i start
i cant finish. i go on like a run on sentence.
To be inspired with so much ideas flowing
through my mind, its almost a crime, but i still
think before i speak, before i put that thought
in mind. running jogging, missing buses and shit.
time,time, TIME flying like me when im late and im trying
to be outta here. miscommunication man.
“For the progress of a baby step, my nigga,
Step, step my nigga One, two, skip, skip
Back, back, look both ways”. Thought flowing like
water down the stream. To be so excited
to write to read to re read
to re read what i already re read
and still think about what comes next ?