Whisper To A Scream... Poem by Onyx Blake

Why do I have to...
I mean the thought of me succeding is just a dream...
I mean me acually going somewhere, doing something...
That sounds crutching...
I mean me accomplishing...
Is like the president doing nothing...
Like a ostrich up in the sky...
or a human who won't die...
I mean me succeding and dreaming is exactly like competing...
with M.J., Beckham, Serena, or Dratts...
or eating McDonalds with out getting fat...
all this stuff is just a dream...
so why must i... whisper to a scream