Bitter poet…
Sittin’ there with a blank stare
Suckin’ a blunt
With kinks in your nappy hair
A pen in one hand
A pad in another
As you attempt to emulate
The darker brother
With passion you write
Anger on a page
Bitter poet…
“Filled with un-channeled rage
Worthless nigga’
With nothing good to say”
But that’s just what some say
Bitter poet…
You continue to write
Pen mightier than the sword
Maybe you’ve struck a chord
Or perhaps a nerve
As in the last
Dead last in your class
A brilliant lazy ass nigga’
Trying to escape his caste
By venting with blue ink
Bitter poet…
Angry at the world
Or the injustice you see?
Personally you’re free
So what is it you see?
Bitter poet…
Lazy as can be
Bitter poet…
The price of freedom
Wasn’t free.
J.A. Wine
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