Im sitting in class
And I can't deny the fact that
At one point my life was a blast
And even though
Now it's trash
I still remember
The day I learned my craft
I would practice
Like an assassin
Making writing
A huge passion
And therefore a habit
I think it is slightly tragic
People bother a poet
And expect not to get lit up
Like matches
Ima throw my words at them
And I hope they can catch it
I take a seat in a Korean class
Leaving verbal sludge as I write In ink
Teachers will probably bust their ass
And I don't care what others think my pride
Makes my head rise
And their bodies shrink
I'm like a boxer hopping in the ring
And I ain't gonna stop until the fat lady sings
Haters are outdated like Bing
So they try to do things to get under my skin
Like my ring
It's not visible
And although I may be lyrical
There's something that separates me
A little spiritual as
I fade
From existence
I pray my descendants
Do behave , I'm afraid
While I lay on the fiery pits
That reek of Satan's piss that one day I can accomplish something
If one thing
Then so be it
I hate this life
No wonder I'm so defeated
YOU ARE READING
A COLLECTION OF MY FEELINGS
PoetryMy own poetry which I use to express myself. I sometimes feel like I'm not supposed to be on planet Earth and all my life I have to cope with these different choices and scenarios that do more harm than help. It is up to me to push through it, but I...
