another freestyle poem
I'm not an open book
where people read it, and toss it aside like clothes that was just worn
i'm sacred like the bibe that tells the authenticity of the truth
that impacts lives til this very day
my poems are transparent
where it travels all over the world
my poetry is divided by volumes
take a good look at it
from freestyling in the beginning where my poems wasn't too polish
you're getting to know me
word for word,
line by line,
my vocabulary deepens with more profound provoking thoughts
that will speak and change the brand of the art form call poetry
take timeout of your busy schedule to read
anything you want to know, ask me
despite my imperfections,
bloody inks that spills on paper
My spoken words i convey
the artist i am
I dare you to finish it,
Everyone else try to
and sounds stupid
This poem is about:
Me
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