The Myth Of A Poet Poem by Bron Dayvid

The Myth Of A Poet



So many people ask me what it is that I do with my life
I say with a nonchalant grin “I write”
And then they all say the same thing “so what you a rapper”
I say no I’m a poet then in comes the laughter
And after…I can’t help but smile
How ignorant their minds are as primitive as a Childs’
They assume they know everything about the art form
I choose to put my heart on…but they don’t
They don’t know about the blackness the loneliness that takes place inside this cerebral
A mind state that is untamed to powerful to control
So I write…I write until my head aches I write until my pen breaks
I write nonstop for 6hours straight
Yea I’m an addict…and I run away into the attic… that is inside of my mind
Where I lose track of time and I lose track of lines
So I use my paper than the New York Times
And you all may think that I’m rapping because the way this rhymes
But no not at all…this…this…
This is spoken word something that you thought you heard
Before but still unsure …of what you were listening to
You didn’t know what you were hearing so I guess I’m volunteering
To put spoken word on the map and take it round the hemisphere and
Make all the gimmicks and critics start disappearing
Poetry created rap I just thought that needed clearing

I say I write poetry they say I’m sentimental
But the only difference with rap is the hook and instrumental
I still got metaphors you can’t ignore a style you never heard be for
Lyrics fierce strike fear something like a tiger’s roar
And I got wordplay as sick as Drake’s yea I said it no mistake
I can rock nations through my empire mind state
But I don’t write to sell millions or write to just impress
I write for sole purpose so life itself progress
I let you all digest this lyrical express
Smooth with these word finesse I never rest
And I honestly I believe you are all too naïve
Play music made to deceive and I’m just here to relieve
Now what you all just received was a huge part of me
Wrapped up in this little piece just so I could show it
And what you think you know is a myth… I’m a real poet

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Bron Dayvid

Bron Dayvid

Cleveland, Ohio
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