What You Say and What I Claim
You see the words that you speak
Aren't the words that I will greet
In my head
The difference is that I claim my victory
No, I'm not trying to tell someone else's story
This is my own
I'm a poet, yes indeed
I might make fresh rhymes but that doesn't mean that I have to take a puff of this
weed
I'm me
Drugs and violence, that's what the record labels are sellin'
But trust me they ain't really tellin'
The after affects of their decisions
And as I start to come to a conclusion on this poem
I just want to let you know that you're never alone
So why worry?
Copyright © Tamra Wilson | Year Posted 2006
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