If there was a manuscript or a layout for how to become #1 in the poetry writing game. I would surely have read it by now. But there isn't. So, here I write, and I pray for my work to fall into the hands of someone who recognizes my talent and strength. I know my gift and my way with words are beyond amazing and I am ready for my time. If it means hiring a publicist to put me out there, if it means self-publishing my first book so I have a product to deliver and prove. I guess I can look at my self published book like people do a mixtape. Gotta PUT OUT before you get PUT ON. Well, get ready. Because I'm talented and I belong at the top. I told my mother this years ago, it's something special about me, and she knows and believes. So, I checked my watch, and I see it's
MY TIME!!!
I've waited long enough,
I've written to the max,
I have poems saved for days,
Trust me that's a fact,
I write like Nikki, Giovanni is my fave,
Gotta little Maya in me, Angelou paved the way,
Jill touches my heart, that Scott is one hell of a writer,
And Tiffany that's Me, Crumby always been a fighter.
The top isn't given, gotta fight to get there,
I paused for a second and now my vision is clear,
Here I stand, a champion in life,
Knife in my hand, cutting out my slice.
-ClassicFlyyGirl
