I've gotten you by the dick

Family has written the world couldn't 

persuade them into loving art

yet art was hanging

everywhere I stood.

even coercing them for peace

In a home of clocks

and carpet and reconstruction

I couldn't shake hands 

with the man

who held only a weapon.


he screamed 

"I could be a poet!"

to the world as he opened fire.

But became a rapper Instead.

Someone who simply sums 

the story into a single song.


Being a poet hurts 

I become the one who

feels the words

I became the donkey of my 

own game.


only poets die.



This poem is about: 
My family
My community
My country
Our world


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