Isn’t it Weird (Day 14)

Isn’t this weird?

I do not consider myself a poet.

Since being a poet, you must have something poetic to say.

I consider myself a list writer, a scene creator, a speaker, a reporter & a Emcee.

Isn’t it weird?

I know more about mother goose’s nursery rhymes, television jingles, speeches, theater acts, & songs than poems of well known poets.

Isn’t it weird?

It takes me longer to write a two-minute poem than solving a double quadratic equation.

Yet, I understand that my ways are different than my counterparts. I do not read methodical like Pedro, have political standpoint like Vice, bleed my emotions profoundly like Chloe, talk about the street life like Sho Nuff, bring Worry free feelings like Bethanie, have theatrical antics as AndYes, the storytelling like NSAA, abstract as Danyan, or as hard hitting as Rhony.

I lose poetry slam.

I get small applause at open mics. 

It is a daily scene.

But I rock mics.

So feel my words as I beat my chest, cover my face and wake you up with a soul clap.

Isn’t this weird?

So you could receive the gospel.

I could be an apostle but I am a weirdo.

Too militant to be emotional

Too realistic to be religious

And too futuristic to be stagnant.

For cause and effect,

Jeet kune do style:

I speak direct.

But an angry black man I can not be

Because I am one with my sensitivity.

Wide open (Day 12)

It is dark and I can’t sleep.

What is behind that door?

What I hear gives me the creeps?

It is dark. I can’t sleep.

In the shadows, something reaps.

What does fate have in store?

It is dark and I can’t sleep.

What is behind that door?

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Poems I write (Day 10)

Poems I write: Aren’t my children.

Poems I write: Aren’t my friends.

Poems I write: Know my secrets.

Poems I write: Expose my sins.

Poems I write: Announce my fantasies.

Poems I write: Reveal my hate.

Poems I write: Will imprison you.

Poems I write: Monsters I create.

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