Rage part 1
By nashon kemp 
I keep telling myself 
All these squares make a circle...
But these geometrics and these
Calculations don't add up...
I post up...
I flip up I trip up on my words like bars 
Are held at my ankles on the curb...
Its absurd to be heard I rather stay unheard... 
To keep from these haters discrepancy...  
I rather be uncelebrated than be overly celebrated by this overly populated population...
Hang me by the stake for goodness sake 
Oh wait this is suppose to be my unadulterated rage spilled on the page like blood on a Compton side walk...
I'm back with it this my side talk...
Lets talk....
Ummm....
hold up
I use to bend over backwards just to reach some form of compatibility...
Like Mr. Fantastic...
Until one day a sharp shooter aimed for my heart like Hawkeye...
But I caught that arrow it was like a slow bullet...
Like Thor it seemed my power was great but my thirst for a war was the thirst that quenched my fate...
So smart intellectual intelligent like iron man...
But my bodies not made of iron man it hurts in my heart I need a better  diet plan...
My body solid like Captain America...
Too bad there's no one captain in America its all ruled secretly by the rich...
So im gonna go hop in a ditch...