Memorizing on St. Charles Street

each picture i paint in these poems

involves some sort of detachment from professionalism

i force myself to relive demoralizing trauma the average

person would’ve lynched himself over

herself, thyself, theyself, itself

whatever you wanna identify as

i call it stress training, every time i complete a regimen

my writing skill jumps leaps and bounds like Olympians running a race with hurdles

call me whack if you want to, you gone eat those words for breakfast

might make you choke on em’ also

having an allergic reaction?

i’ll take that EpiPen off your hands, thank you very much

suffocate to death

i’ll be sure to make a mockery out of you in this next iteration i’m dropping

i love doing this, i get such a rush from publishing shit

i can only imagine what the world gone say once my work hits thresholds a nigga couldn’t even cross over years ago

watch how i trump society, don’t call me Donald though

these volumes of spoken word can build walls around you imminently,

i got you surrounded

haters gone drop like flies and fall like dominoes

no pizza doe

i get to the dough faster than Teixeira’s on Ferry Street

Kha, oh shit

you spitting rhymes again?

boy, you can’t be serious

my humor is too explicit for your liking

do i look that frivolous to you?

motherfuckers i used to be so kindhearted to

until i started getting deceived and rejected

i’ve morphed into a monster, i’m beyond savage now

i don’t hide under beds or inside of closets

you can spot me out in the open, kicking a hot fifteen somewhere in your neighborhood

shocking the residents

i’ll leave your block looking like Planet Vegeta after Freeza blew it up with his supernova

damn, to think there was a time in my life where i had to go to a prison every single day just to get drenched in flames by my annoying ass classmates

cuz’ i had a passion for writing words on paper

cuz’ i was trying to become well-known off my art form

i remember one nigga jokingly told me to go write another book back then

guess what?

you just gave me a new title for one!

i’m glad that ya’ll made fun of me

making me the dick’s head of every joke ya’ll cracked

half of em’ weren’t even that funny

must’ve enjoyed suckin’ the shit outta’ me tho

how do i taste?

it’s all fun and games until

you realize how dangerous i am, with or without the pen in my hands

i even dissed my own family and let my exes feel my fury

do you think i give a fuck about someone else’s feelings anymore?

it’s all a joke until someone blows up and becomes a billionaire

look at me, i’m on the way there!