I am not a poet because I see the beauty in everything
Like the way you graze the hand down your face when you first wake up
As if you're wiping away the last few remnants of yesterdays sorrow
Cause somehow you believe you'll find happiness in yesterday's tomorrow
No see I'm more of an artist gone wrong
I dont paint the perfect picture
Or sing your favorite song
No I am that tablespoon of Robitussin that hard to digest
I am that 300 hundred pound girl who you'd hate to see undressed
I am that awkward but breathtaking first kiss
That leaves that heavy but warm feeling in your chest
I need my poetry to speak for me after 13 failed attempt of a Dear John letter to my ex
To have the audacity to fight back, to be my Macolm X
