PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Don’t tell me what I can’t be!

I can’t dream

I can’t see I can’t lead

I can’t breathe

I can’t bless the world

tank on empty

Another youngin from the gutter tryna break free.

Without the music

I’m ruthless

non-acoustic

Unplug me from the world

keep me uprooted

Excluded or elusive

feelin like life is useless,

Diluted and wounded

so polluted,

Truth is, poetry is how I express myself

Invent myself

respect myself

Impress myself

accept myself

This is how I represent myself

Therapeutic for the kid who’s tryna quit himself.

Struggling artist

resented my father

Don’t kid for the dollar

I’ll die for this art so make me a martyr

I can’t dream

I can’t see

I can’t lead

Everybody knows what I can’t be

Except me.