one me

ONE ME
...Can’t nobody be just like me

I said I am too Josphatized
You couldn’t understand
So I tried to break it down for you
But it disintegrated instead
I can’t help it am being me
Who no one else is
I sit and lace up words in ink
How no one else could lace
I put the right fingers on the keys
and ask you to read beneath the ink
Now I don’t mind the silence
Eating on my speech glib
Because when I push my voice
In these scripts I make them speak
My table is tattered with scripts and pens
Excerpts are stuck everywhere on the wall like plaques
I learnt from the best
I learnt to keep my equanimity
That’s why my flow is so eccentric
You say my rhymes are lyrical
but I don’t even claim to be a poet
This is only a metaphysical
And I don’t mind if you don’t read me
You don’t have to but my son will
My voice cannot be lost in the wind
These scripts are not for sale
Even though they can fetch zillions


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