I thought I was God,
I was brought-up-by-poetry,
I'd go toe2toe,
reach each blow4blow,
oh, & thank you, for blowing me,
I clawed up
afraid of heights
from the sights just from growing me,
yup, I fought and I shot up,
& yup I got caught
I: all for naught.,
&all that I bled.
I wasn't brought up this dead,
a sick stick em' up kid.
with a "thank you for sewing me"
a black-and-blue hue
again thank you for knowing me,
l learned each low elbow so low,
been up/down + below
but again just so you know
the lowest of low was never<as low as
me.
May 1, 2019
May 1, 2019 at 1:45 AM UTC
I thought I was God,
I was brought-up-by-poetry,
I'd go toe2toe,
reach each blow4blow,
oh, & thank you, for blowing me,
I clawed up
afraid of heights
from the sights just from growing me,
yup, I fought and I shot up,
& yup I got caught
I: all for naught.,
&all that I bled.
I wasn't brought up this dead,
a sick stick em' up kid.
with a "thank you for sewing me"
a black-and-blue hue
again thank you for knowing me,
l learned each low elbow so low,
been up/down + below
but again just so you know
the lowest of low was never<as low as
me.
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