It’s About Time

poetry is an equation that we let flow off our Tongue

a mixture of feelings we express as we speak

emotions we can not critique

Thoughts that have no home

Syllables that flow and roam

it is another language that only certain ones know ,

That few individuals show

the urban clicks of poetry

Certain ones say I want to be a poet

But don’t have the heart to show it

others hide the talent

The power to use one's words to link another's thoughts

While our gratitude rots

But who are we to talk our talk

And walk our walk

I'm unique

I use technique

I use my mind to speak

Even my thoughts to critique

But i’ve reached my peak

I let my symbolic words leak

Right out my mouth into this world

Who’s morals are a little curled

But I imagine a dream world

Where everything’s Peachy

And the bad screws won’t be so screechy

And i can smile without being asked why

And i won’t have the time to cry

Being happy won’t be so rare

And i won’t have to worry about clean air

but we are the future

A wish of mistakes we won’t have to suture

Us poets spit out words of wisdom

that everyone will know for an eternity

And our kin will respect with modernity