Venting Session (Why a poet?) Scholarship Poem
“Venting Session”
Let’s talk, No WAIT!
I meant
Let me vent
Pour me a shot
Let’s talk about my past
No salt, listen up chase this
Chase what?
These words
Let’s see if you can keep up
Let’s talk about my present
My current state of mind
How I find happiness is the worst places
The most attractive souls
In the ugliest faces
And serial friends
Tell unconditional lies
Just to break open
And explore my mind
A rich soul, paying for attention
From souls and minds
That owe me time
Let’s talk, No WAIT!
I meant
Let me vent
Let me tell you about how
I’m Infatuated with the cover
Of a book with a story
That teach lessons
Through lies
That teach love through hate
That teaches being real, is to not seem fake
To not seem fake in the eyes of many
If Any
Venting is just
Adding my 2 cents
To a mind worth a penny
But come on let’s talk,
No WAIT!
I meant
Let me vent
I’ll tell you my sins
So you can sharpen your Knife
Will you
Live by your words
Or die with your lies?
Why a poet?
Well since you asked
Let me tell you about my poems
And the time I spend
With a pen in my hand writing down my mind
How conversations with myself
Lead to me dying of a mental death
Witch lead to self-resurrection
From me confessing my heart to myself
Stick and stones may break your bones
But word will always teach you
I am therefore I can
And I can therefore I will
I will
Which means
I won’t
Worry
Worry about anything or anyone
Taking away my happiness
No one can rain on my parade
No worry’s
Good vibes only
No negativity in my space
No more questioning who I am
My rep, doesn’t represent
Who I was
Because I’m
I AM…. You know what?
I’m done talking now
No WAIT!
I’m almost finished
Let me vent
From a piece of my mind
I’ve found peace in my mind
In your undivided attention
Thanks for a piece of your time
I needed that, the fact that you
You never loss eye contact or talked back
I respect that
I opened my eyes
And saw myself staring in a mirror
Starring into the soul of a new man
Total satisfaction found
In my undivided attention
An audience of one
No longer bounded by
Who I used to be
Or what I used to do
I looked myself in mirror and said
“I will always be here for you”