Once A Poet

I was once a poet
I’ve since killed my hurt
And buried my past along with it
Stopped talking to the people that hurt me
Ignoring the people that find it necessary to judge me
Don’t make assumptions about me
You’ll hardly ever be right
These tragedies that I write
There are more for you
Than the are for me
I’ve already forgiven you
Malice, that I don’t bear

I was once a poet
Marinated by pain and seasoned with time,
I’ll burn your inquisitive sense
With the raunch of my rhymes
See like a seed I been underground But spices kick better when grounded,
Then I grew into a plant-ation, Fucking your interpretation of me Freedom to be me…now in a fucking tree
Making rings around you,
The strength of my bark matches my bite,
Yes, my grudges are pit bulls
And my attitude is mitchy cause my period,
Full stop, is HEAVY!

I was once a poet
But now,
Now I’m a samurai
Circumnavigating your mind like a jedai
Silence! “I’ll kill you”
But you wont die…
I’ll remove your skin
With my words like a pathetic old higue
And wear your cadaver like a vintage hyde!
See life’s a bitch and then you die, But what they don’t tell you is Death is a Queen bitch filled with pain,
And me, this nigga, pulls bitches on chains

Yes I hate you
And your life I want not to spare But its more your poetic death for which I care…..
See your life’s like the clit, fucking’s always best deeper

I was once a poet
Now I’m the fucking Grim Reaper!