ink stained finger tips
not yet dried from the wetness
of my lip's disdain
limbs shaking from the
chirp like clicks of the keyboard
unable to get the rhythm of my heart
and my poetic soul to merge as one
rebellious tendencies whisper into
close-minded ears
urging that you take this as more than
just a poem about a sorrowful poet
neglecting her roots to seek new pleasures
but rather as a metaphorical masterpiece
of mastering your dreams
i holdfast to all that ive been given
for i hold
this neo hip hop soul into my hands
for the entire world to behold
something uniquely beautiful
creativity unparalleled by my mind's divinity
take this for what it is..
poetry is second nature
not simply just wat i do..
its who i am
so when neglecting thee
i in return neglect me
yes..hip hop is an extension of poetry
and writing a song is simply adding a melody
but we must never neglect the root
from which both flowers grow
so again my pen bleeds
not to find a spark of inspiration
or to seek a bit of satisfaction
but simply...
to rediscover...
ME