Poetry vs Rap
When I was little I awoken from a nap.
There I heard some odd and unusual yap.
I glared out the window and what do I see, my uncle and my brother doing something strange, it seemed to me.
They spoke with rhyme although it did not seem they were rhyming.
It was catchy the things they did, it was the kind of thing that made you wanna shake your head.
It became so interesting the things they were doing, I started mimicking them, trying to do the thing they were doing.
They saw me trying to copy their act, they peered over to me, my uncle approached me with his hat slicked back, with long baggy jeans that made his slacks sag back.
He said "listen kid what your doing is wack, haven't heard of a little thing called rap?"
I leaned my head dazed and confused. "What's the matter kid?, haven't heard the news? See rap is all about rhythm and timing. It's a form of expression used to free our minds and, it's all about your individual interpretation, you can't just take it from my inspiration."
I thought about what he said long and hard, I saw them outside starting another vocal brawl, I too decided I wanted to get involved.
But couldn't get the hang of rapping, not at all.
My mom saw me struggling and came to me and said "hey it's okay to struggle just use that big head, and think of another prospective instead."
I thought long and hard about my mom's vague advice, heck I even scoured through the Internet looking for help, when long and behold what popped up in the search engine, the definition of poetry , - a form of expression.
I read different poems and learned about the many literary devices. I even schooled my uncle on the many things I know. And read him a poem, the first one I made on my own.
He said "congratulations kid you finally found your inspiration!"
Poetry was to thank for my aspirations.