Fkcu writing for masses, I scribe to free me now
From ignorant perceptions of who I might be now
My goal is to verbally sway a mis-educated public's opinion
By allowing them to bear witness to the growth of my poetic dominion
My poetic progress will not be stifled by wannabe's meager attempts 'out-express' me
Focus on art only, for the desire to hold others down will always suppress thee
I stay close minded to the close minded: They'll not be privy to my prolific thoughts
Too preoccupied to brace themselves for elevation by real poets so faithfully sought
Minds easily captured in cliches and bound by redundancy of 3-letter rhyme schemes
To busy reading between the lines to decipher what the lines mean
He and she will never be able to subdue the creativity that runs so free in me
And try as they might no, falsified poet will deny me of my lyrical vitality
Ample amounts of alliteration alleviate my writer's angst amplified
Each and every elaborate stage of elevation in my words is exemplified
Through assonance, metaphors, and personification, poetry I contrive
Utilizing literary techniques with syllabled lines five seven and five
My pen engraves life
Personifies emotions
Conveys strength of minds
Self searching through verbs
Enjabed upon pen and pad
Seek and you shall find
That there are perpetrators seeking recognition through imitating this expression
Seeking in thesauruses a means to contradict such obvious verbal regression
As opposed to composing for expansion, they spit to spite truth
Less reality leaks from their pens then a fraction of haiku
Then there are those who rummage through words pursuing the essence of their souls
In articulating sentiments, real poets search for self-resurgence as wholes
I consider myself belonging to the latter group that writes for sense of self
Choosing to ignore the abundance of emotionless attention seeking works left
I'm sick as hell with the words, vomiting knowledge unheard,
Poetry be me my fill, returning for firsts, seconds, and thirds
In the likes of a crew named Uhuru, I'm bound to be guvu*
Defecating on ya bitten works, flushing yo bars like they doodoo
I reject perpetration and pose myself as a poet in aspiration
I'm on edacious verbal quests: uncensored and undefinable is my destination
As long as I posess a mind there'll be un-traveled poetic venues
And my journey across blue shores and white oceans shall continue
*guvu is a word meaning powerful in kiswahili
From ignorant perceptions of who I might be now
My goal is to verbally sway a mis-educated public's opinion
By allowing them to bear witness to the growth of my poetic dominion
My poetic progress will not be stifled by wannabe's meager attempts 'out-express' me
Focus on art only, for the desire to hold others down will always suppress thee
I stay close minded to the close minded: They'll not be privy to my prolific thoughts
Too preoccupied to brace themselves for elevation by real poets so faithfully sought
Minds easily captured in cliches and bound by redundancy of 3-letter rhyme schemes
To busy reading between the lines to decipher what the lines mean
He and she will never be able to subdue the creativity that runs so free in me
And try as they might no, falsified poet will deny me of my lyrical vitality
Ample amounts of alliteration alleviate my writer's angst amplified
Each and every elaborate stage of elevation in my words is exemplified
Through assonance, metaphors, and personification, poetry I contrive
Utilizing literary techniques with syllabled lines five seven and five
My pen engraves life
Personifies emotions
Conveys strength of minds
Self searching through verbs
Enjabed upon pen and pad
Seek and you shall find
That there are perpetrators seeking recognition through imitating this expression
Seeking in thesauruses a means to contradict such obvious verbal regression
As opposed to composing for expansion, they spit to spite truth
Less reality leaks from their pens then a fraction of haiku
Then there are those who rummage through words pursuing the essence of their souls
In articulating sentiments, real poets search for self-resurgence as wholes
I consider myself belonging to the latter group that writes for sense of self
Choosing to ignore the abundance of emotionless attention seeking works left
I'm sick as hell with the words, vomiting knowledge unheard,
Poetry be me my fill, returning for firsts, seconds, and thirds
In the likes of a crew named Uhuru, I'm bound to be guvu*
Defecating on ya bitten works, flushing yo bars like they doodoo
I reject perpetration and pose myself as a poet in aspiration
I'm on edacious verbal quests: uncensored and undefinable is my destination
As long as I posess a mind there'll be un-traveled poetic venues
And my journey across blue shores and white oceans shall continue
*guvu is a word meaning powerful in kiswahili
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