A Poets Revelation

My rhymes are not to stimulate Nor accommodate for the way you feel But it is who I am That is the admiration Behind my self-expression Regardless of imagination or fiction It is the real world, My real life That flows from my mind to my pen From my pen to my paper And from my paper to society That needs to realize, When it comes to me I’m just keeping it real Everyday events Seem to trigger my senses For my fingers will penetrate And they’ll be nothing left but A harmonizing ring A song that seems to sing A melodic tune of what I do I won’t reason my feelings But I can analyze And learn to grow from where I am Take a look back, and not Justify my state of mind But to let me be And let it go A poet is not defined By the clothes they wear Or how many poems they write But the impact of their words And the truth in what they speak A poem is not defined By how long or short it seems Or whether it rhymes But how it exemplifies you And how it is plain to see That without a doubt It could only be The work of a poet, me… I reevaluate the situation And my infatuation seems to grow And yet you still should know That I’m real That this is real And yes, I still keep it real And nonetheless, I may never stop As my rhymes continue All my thoughts revealed