Looking back on life, I didnt know myself. 

Did I want to be this? Did I want to be that?

I needed to go find myself. 

I looked up and down. I searched all around. 

But that person i wanted to be was nowhere to be found. 

I searched high and low, to and fro, 

I searched round and round, all on the ground 

But my true self was nowhere to be found. 

But then, writing hit me in the face. Like dang, are you in a race?

I didn’t like essays, they sometimes took days;

but poetry figuratively brought out the whore in me. 

I was on that ish like a 7 to 3. 

Poetry saved me from disaster, abusive relationships, and Casper. 

From hurt, pain, and an overactive character. 

Poetry saved me. It brought out the best in me. 

Without poetry, that would have been the rest of me.