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I tried to stop this rhyming game
Yet without it, I just don't feel the same
Been away awhile, still dropping by
To say "hello" and write yal lullabies
Poems, raps, or whatever this is
What crosses my mind
Speaks out of my wrists
Most of you really just pretend
There's no authenticy
You just follow trends
Buy your talents with classes
In schools
Real talent is exhausting
You fakers are fools
Battling out who is the best
Words are simple
Mentality is the truest test
Written like cursive
All fine and neat
Something well practiced
Don't look good on my sheets
Chicken scratch, scribbles, random lines
Is a true writers notebook
Originality
Webster can't even define
Copyright © Aunna Jones | Year Posted 2017
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