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Working class zero.


The art of poetry is to write what you are thinking;
The best poetry sometimes, comes without you needing to think.
I write from the soul 
And sometimes I use my subconscious mind to do my bidding;
Sometimes I study my target,
To become better at performing my shtick.


I want to be the best; so I try my best.
I stutter when I speak in front of an audience,
Because I have so many words that I need to get out.
I have a million words and already formed sentences inside my head;
I utter meaningless paraphrases, because I live underneath self-doubt.


It keeps me down and leaves me feeling less than confident;
But if I have the poem in front of me, 
I can pronounce it with such apparent confidence.
Some people hear me reading my works and view me as being arrogant;
But the truth is I am scared outside my shell 
And my words are my only defence.


Poetry is my lover and this is a love that will last.
Some say the best poetry is not written by someone from my class;
But I just say I do not care about that.
Writing is what I do, I am a poet; I will write until I die 
And thus I am turned to ash.


I am no angel, no glistening thing of beauty;
But I am not afraid of speaking truthfully.
I am not charming and could never be a suitor;
But I am disarming their fury one mind at a time to seize my future.


If I make you smile, 
Then I have brought a little happiness into the world.
If I make you think, maybe I became interesting.
If I inspired you to write better than I can,
Then I have become worthwhile.
If I have affected you at all,
Then I have accomplished meaning.



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