I've gotten you by the dick
Family has written the world couldn't
persuade them into loving art
yet art was hanging
everywhere I stood.
even coercing them for peace
In a home of clocks
and carpet and reconstruction
I couldn't shake hands
with the man
who held only a weapon.
he screamed
"I could be a poet!"
to the world as he opened fire.
But became a rapper Instead.
Someone who simply sums
the story into a single song.
Being a poet hurts
I become the one who
feels the words
I became the donkey of my
own game.
only poets die.
This poem is about:
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world