Graceful Outlash

Lets get it perfectly clear. This isn't a plea for equality here. Should you continue to look down on this poetry. It just, whoa is me. All this talk of drugs, guns, and run-ins with cops is not what the audience wants to hear. Gasp! Is it to hard to grasp the fact that this just may be reality? This isn't what editors want to see. Its un-published rubbish. It doesn't belong in the poetry community. Trying to make a break. Plant my stake. Now I find myself about to break. Lash out. Black out. Snap back. And induce heart attacks. For these old folks with half the skill as me. Who supposedly make up the better half of the "poetic diversity". At least this is what Im told. But Im bold enough to know these words have no bounds. Holds all grounds. This is for both rich and poor. All ages, races, colors, and creeds. If you can bleed, this is for you. And know that every last word of this is true. You can talk until your blue in the face. Its only going to blow up in your face. No matter how many times you tell me I don't belong. I'm just going to keep on writing along.