My name is souletry 'n
I am seventeen years younger
meaning wordplay says
I am seventeen years bolder
meaning this is my time n
no longer do I need your mind to dictate where mines is headed.

The walkways and pathways of poetic feedback
from hatin kats wit' a lyrikal context dats so wack
'cuz the space between their ears presented only a place of emptied meaning 'n spoiled dreams.
Unlike their mental, my own so complex I take theirs apart by the seams
'n sew in a piece of me 'n show them visions
of Souletry City lights n' red sneakers.

I DREAM of writing in my trapper keeper.
My own seeker,a philosopher
but more than willing to play apprentice 'n seek out another teacher.
Cemented blakkrose,
arose from that the Souletry Kid 'n forever known
as the Unique
One love

Unique Breed 'n herd
I Simply prefer to be called the Poetry Nerd.
Rocker of the zebra print glasses,
call me Da Koo Nerd.
Never known to skip a class that frees me in
'n perfects my craft.
No, was never good in math,
but could quickly tell you the formulated meaning
behind the aftermath of a past written text as if it were I who were the creator
of something so beautiful.

Beautiful.

Beautiful is the language manifested in me as a souletic being.
So simple it's articulate.
Random, yet so immaculate.
Soft 'n yet it's so masculate.

Yes! Call me the Poetry Nerd.
Glad to spend life FREELY shoved in notebook lockers
then to be out & IMPRISONED in
a common mind generalized as the world...