I paint moments and put them in poetry
cuz if I rapped it most would attack it and see me as a mass of blacks packed in the back of the lower class seeking fast cash braggin about designer fashion bags veiling interior baggage, your interest had me catfished! cuz I’m not the preferred status or catholic with chapstick ready to latch my lips to your ass-kissed, like toiletries..
so I paint moments in poetry
hoping you will focus and notice me
My poetry, depending on how its said can sound like rap, but rap, depending on how its said can sound like poetry. And so can country rock r and b folk and indie and any other song writing…its about expression, but what carries it is the personal views and perceptions of those that read it. Some prefer me in a box and grateful, while others encourage me seeing how I am like so many more and my voice along with others can help bring a new wave and generation of society socially…Love is lost because hate is so easy. You don’t find love in the dictionary, you only get its name there.
The things we try to over explain with the absence of experience, how can you explain prison if you’ve never lived it or if you don’t realize this prison of self? We dilute effect and understanding without empathy and experience. Its not lost on me that I am a black felon, and how that’s not a surprising sentence, title, or identity. What also isn’t lost on me is that in have the tools to change these perception because I am educated, perceptive, and talented enough to help change the narratives, openly wearing my flaws and heart in plain sight to encourage many more.
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