What About Me?

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I'm a writer. End of story. Actually, the beginning, but close enough. I discovered my talent around the age of 12 though I did not fully put it to the test until my sophmore year of high school. It was an English teacher who recognized my talents and help me push to be better. I took a poetry class in college that opened my eyes up to the world of poetry. I learned many forms, as well as exercised them. August 13, 2007: a day that has changed me forever. You see, I lost my best friend that day; 14 years gone and all I'm left with is memories. With that being said, my writing went MIA for three years, and now, it's SO much different then what it used to be. Take it or leave it; you need my words in your life.

Friday, November 26, 2010

Introduction

Tic, tac, toe, here I go, about to introduce myself in a flow,
the name’s K, or Kristin, just shut up and listen, I guess you can say,
I’m tired of runnin’, tired of hidin’, so I’m back and I’m rhymin’
with rhymes so sick, it’s practically poetic, there’s no denyin’ it, quick,
who said I needed to sell drugs to kick it?  Yeah I’ve done played the game but quit it cold turkey,
yeah the money is fine but the time ain’t worth it. 
Who said I was over and done with this shit? 
I’m just changin’ up the game, in search of the fame, I ain’t playin’,
games are my specialty, because in my world, it’s mind over body,
skip the looks and judge my personality, I’mma technicality, thinkin’ logically,
gonna teach ya a little somethin’ about morality, I’m comin’ clean,
yeah I smoke the green, would ya rather see me insane, goin’ crazy? 
I’m makin’ my own rules, never know I used to sell drugs with my grades in school. 
 That’s the first rule; go to school, don’t be a downright fool.  Skip to number two;
watch ya back, trust no woman, trust no man, the only trust ya have is in ya hands. 
Just remember the fans, that’s rule three, cuz without em, you wouldn’t be you and I wouldn’t be me
cuz it gives me someone to write to when I’m lonely,
when I’m feelin’ low, even when I’m flyin’ high,
yeah that’s right, I’m spittin’ game in a rhyme.  Rule four says that’s fine
so long as I draw the line, and leave out names til they drop mine.
Rule five is tell less lies, keep it real, keep it right, cuz there’s only one chance at this thing called life,
Rule six says stash ya tricks, keep em in a bag til you're ready to bang 
and rule seven says ya better make it to some kind of heaven,
whether it be God driven or just tryin’ to meet an old friend. 
Rule eight is the promise made to become MADE, whether it’s years, months, or days. 
Rule nine says there’s no time to get it right so long as you’re not givin’ up the fight,
cut the lights, hop on this flight because rule ten is to tell everyone I’m back again
and I’m sorry I ran and I owe it to ya man, woman, husbands, wives, even the children. 
Check out the intensity, do ya feel it as ya step closer to me?  This electricity,
it’s kind of frightening, perfect timing, I was getting bored of this life thing,
so I’m sitting here writing, just trying, to tell a story,
time to shine and claim my glory
cuz it’s mine for the taking, a beautiful mind in the making, just wait and see,
yeah I know it’s different, but it’s the new me, I’ll take what I can get,
gonna have so many number one hits, pay close attention right quick,
been gone three years, best believe I’m ready to spill it,
like oil, I’m royal, and I’m loyal, no time to toil, to fuss,
to cause a ruckus on things that don’t make sense to all of us.  Love or lust? 
I don’t see what’s the fuss, playa hatin’ ain’t a must, please trust,
I’m goin’ deeper than the Earth’s crust, to the core, I can’t be stuck in that world anymore,
I’ve opened the door, step right in, wipe your feet on the mat, then come right in, take a seat,
soon, I’ll begin…

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