I answer two-thirds
See the backbone to my rhymes
Is the meaning behind the words.
The words touch your heart
Feel the rhythm in your feet.
A linguistic gun in one hand
I don't need a beat.
I'll run circles around you.
But I'm no jock.
In the band for six years
I made the schoolhouse rock.
From the classroom to the stage
From my paper to your ears.
Love, Hate, Happiness,
Relationships, and Fears.
I'm that poetic aesthetic
I'll paint you a scene
Make the world seem less pathetic
Sad, as it may seem.
Everything you know about poetry, forget.
This is a different type of reading.
This is something you'll get.
I'm not here to change you,
Or blow your mind.
I want you to question yourself
And the answers you find.
I stand before you
With what time I got
To share with you some things
And to fill a time slot.
