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Creativity guided by greed

I paint pictures with words I illustrate landscapes with verbs I have remodeled the Mona Lisa with letters And I dim the stars with sentences I am a writer I can move to the rhythm of my own heart I surrender my body as soon as the music starts I speak without words but show…

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It’s about me

Tell the stars that their shine is no longer needed Tell the sun to turn blue because yellow is outdated Tell the moon to find another planet Circling around me all day tell him I won’t have it I am the one who can make the earth stop spinning The one who told the birds…

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To be perfect

To be black in a world of preconception is uniquely frustrating As if the color of your skin depicts the person they are seeing Or perhaps not a person but a thing An animal lost in a future due to its history being stolen Stripped of one but left with a clipped wing Forced to…

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I love poetry

If hip hop was weed then poetry would be crack An addiction from which you cannot come back RnB would be alcohol, and Rock would be ecstasy And pop would be the over the counter drugs because it’s just so easy And music, in general, would be simple cigarettes Now picture yourself at a party…

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If I could

The days whisper with promises of money And it’s just so funny Because I listen with the intent to collect But this dream is easily wrecked The work I have to do before I get the prize To reach the truth I swim through lies I deceive myself and force myself to move forward But…

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I lost myself in a city

I had a dream And in my dream, I found myself in a scene The ground I walked on was made out of the alphabet Each letter was perfectly set So that it could become a street Left in awe, I was unable to speak The alphabet stacked until it kissed the stars Skyscrapers surrounded…

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