Armand Miller

Rookie (July 15 / Chcago)

It Starts With 1 - Poem by Armand Miller

Possibly the
Greatest thing in Poetry
Or so it seemed
Because he often caused mind screws
And spoke only to the freaks
The poetic flow
He chose
Always left his O-pponents
With their mouths closed and clenched
For when he got off stage
They had to quickly clean the drool
That was left on they face
As they head to the sage
They try to act like it didn't faze them
Because they knew if they win
They'd have to face him BUT
But Opportunity missed
And no he didn't win
But that was okay with him
He spoke his pieces
And he walked off the stage
With the same amount of change
He had in his pocket earlier that day
HE goes home and tries to
Heal the community
And tried to help his people see
See Everything that affects he
Because if it affects he
It ends up affecting we
But he thinks
What I do today Might make
Others in the future hate me
Because they ain't me
Because they can't be
They want to master the 4 essentials
But none exist
And so they're struggling
They refuse to accept
There could only be one Avatar
The reason why you not it
Is because you keep changing like an Avatar
And you let others lead your life
As if you were an empty shell
Waiting for its Avatar
And because
Because Trying seems to be
The only thing that he sees
Is not represented
Within his black communities
And he keeps pushing on
With every breath he heaves
Because he doesn't want to die
And have empty dreams
But neither does he want to stay
And see the eventual
Eventual Ravaging of humanity
Because they're not
Trying to save
Everything because we lost so many
Opportunities that could have
Possibly changed me and


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, May 15, 2012

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