Lone Lyricist Poem by Bron Dayvid

Metaphorically speaking I’m a lyrical loner
With several hundred bars a few poems a little R&B I could b a lyrical donor
It’s like the lyrics flow through my veins unite with the pen and works magic on the sheet
Whether it’s the rhythm in the blues the heart in the poem or the fire in some lyrical heat
But I can’t define myself as an artist or a poet or even a rapper because what I am is unknown
Which ironically is the reason the lyrical genius inside of me is so quiet and so alone

Yet the language it speaks is universal so its voice can b heard locally and nationally
And I dream someday internationally but of course those are dreams not reality
So they all get held down as if by gravity but the truth is actually
The dreams get held down by society forcing careers on us where it’s said to be
We can live happier more successfully like a doctor or a lawyer with a master degree
But even with careers like those success is no guarantee

And when I a little boy say he wants to be an artist and draws to express his creativity
His mother responds with “son don’t think too irrationally”
And I know you’re thinking like the chance of him being an artist yea not much probability
But shouldn’t that child have 1 chance an opportunity to show the world his potential his capability
To create, and as those words left the mothers lips so did the little boys soul
He no longer was the director of his like but an actor being directed to play his role
And the little boy with such a powerful imagination no longer could dream but only wait
For the life that society chose for him his artificial fate
Now the moral of the story is to encourage all of us to live our lives and not let others intervene
To show it’s ok to express yourself we were born to dream


But sadly I have yet to admit my own aspirations
So I hide my potential struggling to resist the temptations
To express myself through different sound and word combinations
And it hurt me because for this language I have much admiration
But scared of being an outcast and fear of isolation
I speak with caution and much hesitation
And a part of my soul dies as compensation
For neglecting my hearts affiliation with these words

And until I except this full transformation
I will forever be a loner in this world’s population
Never knowing the true meaning of lyrical creation
Or feeling the adrenaline rush as the crowd cheers and chants in celebration
But wanting to know the meaning and wanting to feel the passion is truly my inspiration
And once my voice is heard I can finally reach salvation
And this long process begins by sharing this
Don’t define me as an artist or a poet or even rapper because I’m not I’m a Lone Lyricist