Just Me Poem by John Young

My words are unique in every shape and form

Maybe that’s why turtles come to shore to see me perform

I complement my words not my human form

It shocks me when females tell me I’m the type of guy their looking for

I was raised with independence

Chastised through the fire of forgiveness

Then baptized by the devil’s fallen minion that rose up and became one of God’s

Lethal weapons

Now I write, again and again

Becoming more intertwined with my rhymes

When I write I am a living prodigy only the worthy can sit eye to eye with me

I feel more powerful then the Greek gods in thee odyssey

The more I write it’s like the pen I use helps me manifest my words theologically

As I fill up my space on this page

I’m a different man when I write with the pen

Like drama is no threat to me

We no longer see eye to eye

It’s no longer kin to me

I can’t speak for everybody but that’s just me