Hello Hi I know It’s me again Sans the smoke and mirrors Away from spaces in my head
And again and head don’t rhyme But I didn’t need to say that My self analyzing ways Were in a haze But made their way back
And I’d be impressed with myself If there was some sense of pride in me For each time I grab said prize It forces insides outside of me
And rhyming me with me? Come on, man, that was simply lazy Hazy Crazy Amazing Maybe No, you’ve got it, baby
Use it to the maximum Forget minimally But what if Amidst these rhyming riffs They see the real me
Do they see the real me? There’s not a chance It’s blasphemy Because my armor, then would be A holy one... almost gaping
People often ask me what my poetry’s about They point like “Oh?” And I’m like “No” And they just question As words pour out And they move and they burn And they twist And I’ve learned Not matter which way they’re turned They’re about things that don’t last
They’re about loves torn asunder About fires, rain, and thunder Like that song By Stevie Wonder They’re the “Joy Inside My Tears”
And they lower and boost my fears With all of their rusted gears So I feel movement A shift I hear And yet I find it just still Here
Hello Hi I know It’s me again This same ******* rut That undercuts These roots from sinking in
And the smoke and mirrors The music The light show they all go dim I throw them to the floor And the mirrors Show me him And he is me But who am I And...
...I’m sorry... I didn’t mean to shout The truth is I’m not sure who my poems are about They always hold some part of me Hoping, despairing, living, dying Some are etched In stone-thrown rage And some just leave me crying
Potential wins and consistent loss They’re what fill my pen Some acknowledgement to A God who is always good But a world that’s not my friend
And the struggle of my color And the ripping of my heart And the feebleness Of my intellect As I play this brief part As I suffer As I benefit As I laugh As I bleed