i am the creator, the motivational mind, the maker
channeling thoughts through my mouth, the speaker
or the hands, the writer
pumping through my veins, my flow, the ether
looking out of my hazel eyes, my sights, the teacher
reminder, dont forget to record my rhymes on paper
my blood, the ink, inscribed in it are my feelings, what i think
prescribed, medication, the pill filled with dedication
and inspiration, to feed the mind bits of imagination
chips and pieces to piece together the pieces of a puzzle
to write a piece to smooth out the creases
of the emotional scars, that make up who we are
iron out with my tongue, the wrinkles and spit out the bad taste of life
my heart, behind a cage of 24 bars
one for every obstruction
that comes between me and the nirvana of my own construction.
yeah, hiphop is my lady.
Man Brian, I would say that continue to surprise us all, but by now I know that you a very talented guy. It is what it is. I never heard of this song but I listened to it twice so far and I can see why one might take to it.
This monologue is great! I am not sure if it is because of the diction or the complete lack of punctuation but I read it aloud to myself and wish that I could use this in my poetry class and get me another A.
Excellent work, much better than your actual presentation in class. Keep blogging and comment on other monologues.
lol im glad you think this would have gotten you an A. i write a lot in my free time. if i come up with something of interest i guess i’ll put it up on the km4a blog.
I’m glad everybody notices the genius inside you!
gimme your verizon fios.