Penciling The Sketch Of Mr. Man. - Poem by Klarissa Esquer
I have to keep looking at pictures
just to see myself.
That’s why I take one everyday,
just to meet myself.
You see, I use to believe in me,
but that’s only when I could see me
Went from white to black.
Turn on the light.
And I’m taking everything back.
I don’t need to be a whore
just to be noticed.
I know that I’m more
then just something to notice.
You have to study me
like a test, I’m more then just the rest.
Something to want?
Well, I want to be needed.
Don’t want someone to call me beautiful
cause of the first part of me they see.
But someone to call me beautiful
because of the last thing they can be.
I don’t want to be someone else.
I just want to be myself.
I use to feel like a God
with a bow in my hand.
Now I can only be a God
With a mic in my hand.
Idea in my head.
Brain and a pen.
We don’t need to break bread
So get that out of your head.
I want a meaning, show me the reason.
I cant work with out the purpose.
So tell me when I’ll be worken again.
See, some say peace, I say decreases.
Don’t really go for the good
Even though my momma said I should.
The world runs on problems.
I run on my problems, not the worlds.
If it doesn’t, then nether do I.
I’m not gonna sit and untruth my mind.
Other suckas the truth is what they should find.
Don’t start to mistake me for one of those imposters.
I don’t read the scrip, I edit it to my legit.
So you can take me off your rosters.
Don’t like my output, then you can get a tip.
And take care of that pathetic lip.
My mouth has exploded, now De’Klare it a war.
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