I used to walk on stage seeking to please others with my verses,
As if my two-cents would somehow—
Seep into the audience and change ulterior motives.
As though poems of true love, respect,
And confidence would touch you like it touches me.

Then I learned this walk,
Is more than hurling metaphors into the atmosphere,
and seeking fulfilling reactions.

This walk is more than wordplay,
Puns of foreplay,
—And kissing the microphone with my rhymes.

This walk is MY Freedom,
See, I know this walk,
I strut with this walk,
I speak, I feel, I see with this walk,
And when my destination is reached,
I make this stage MY home.

No approval needed,
This is the journey of a poet,—
If you can feel it, you can speak it!