So Far....

Watching Def Poetry upsets the balance of expression as I knew it growing up and into my own skin.
Going to venues where "poets" copy and paste rhythmic syntax and subject matter, simplistically or unjustly.
Hell yeah, I'm judgemental.
I will raise my hand, stand up and and delcare it to crowds.... just to say something honest and new!
Just to say something out of order, out of turn, from the back of the building in the dark and against the wall, spotlight, eyes and ears seaching....
Heard thoughts of , "Who the f*%#??"
Me!
She with the violently weak stomach for mediocrity, termed poetry or hip hop, turned melancholy and questionable teardrop....
I struggle to not say "I wish" in sentences with phrases like "....things would change", or "....people would learn", or "...mf's would listen, or ".... niggas would read themselves out of being niggas, comfortably"....
Because wishes are not faith.
And planets are not Gods.
And men are only men who grow in the midst of the speed of time, and MAYBE with the speed of hair and nails.
....So I loc'd my hair and file my nails...
And I am still among men... I am still of man.
I am still only so far.
So far gone....
So....

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