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.

Saturday, November 13, 2010

Quickie

Yeah, I can't carry a tune, but I can write one, somethin' so good, it make ya eyes pop, can't stop, I've got, time to burn another one, ain't that somethin' hun? Lotta fun, gotta run, into my own little world, you bring some boys, I'll bring some girls, real talk, I'm the spot, make it hot, think ya better? I think not.  Even when I'm sick, I'm so ill, once again I'm real, haters is fakers, but I'm the maker, my own creator, dictator, Mr. Richter scale says Imma ten, well, guess I win, quick, go buy me a five dolla pen, and some paper, green or white, it don't matter, I'll just keep on climbin' this ladder, to the top, even then I won't stop, caught, I think not, cuz my mind is on rewind and I can't stop time, slow it down, claim my crown, throw up the A and rep my town

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