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"Tha Poet"
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Tha Poet He walks with a swagger- Making his way through the darkness,
Using his words as daggers- Not stopping regardless.
Of the circumstances he is dealt- Each line being heart felt,
With each word being his subtle cry for help.
But still walking alone- On a path that requires he be on his own,
Wandering farther from home- With each and every poem.
Living with a heart that has nearly become stone- This is him,
Into this, he has grown- Destined to be known.
He talks with a confidence- That can be confused with conceit,
Because he knows he can't be beat- And he won't be fooled with deceit.
And with each rhyme released- He's one rhyme closer to defeat,
So he continues receiving his food for thought- Making sure that he eats,
It sometimes seems- That the rain will never cease.
Or the hurt will never ease- And that happiness is just a tease.
But this is his life- And this life is he,
This is what has molded him- This is how he has come to be.
He's confident but modest- Cocky but yet humble,
He walks with a swagger- But he knows he could still stumble.
So in his head he mumbles- That he must always show it,
He must always remain confident- Because he is not just a writer,
He is "Tha Poet".
Michael. C. Lucas
I hit view, like I often do.
Lack of confidence afraid of looking like a fool
And wondered why there was only one comment on such a well written insightful piece when suddenly it hit me that the one comment that is there was put so well and accurate that I almost just moved on, and probubly should have. Maybe some of your confidence rubbed off me.
Great timing and meter. It's flow draws the reader and makes the point emphatically