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I Am a Poet

I've made love to unspoken ideas that rest between lines of denial.
I've lusted for an italic beauty who's font is so bold it could make depression smile.
I've searched for words unheard or never thought of;
Just to refind, redesign, and redefine the meaning of love.

I've walked a mile in shoes that weren't my own.
Experinced the oscillation of anothers soul.
Magnified the conception of ones existence.
Witnessed an angels wings burn in hells kitchen.

I've laid hands upon minds to massage the cereblum without leaving fingerprints.
I've danced inside vaginas and waltz with clitorus to expose its essence.
I've traveled in between timelines to give sight to the blind and show;
You aint doing nothing new its just life recycled.

I've motivated, captivated, and masterbated thoughts beyond its limitations.
I've learned patience, and gained knowledge and understanding through self evaluation.
Contemplated the sensation of feeling thoughts vibrations through mental stimulation.

I've loved only to hurt and love again.
I've identified an enemy through a friend.
Traveled roads that led to more roads with stories untold.
Watched pure elation turn into tradjedy just when the climax started to unfold.

I've climbed mountains to witness the birth of a new day.
I convicend would be felons to raise their kids and stay.
I've mastered the art of suduction through the stroke of a pen.
I've articulated the reason why my Queen is the yang to my yin.
I've wrote lines a thousand times that have been quoted.
I've experinced emotions that weren't my own.
I
Am
A
Poet.

I've made love to similies that metaphoriclly made me feel like an oxymoron.
I've preserved the suns rays and inject it into my system just so I could shine.
I've heard a girls whisper through a tear filled pillow of how she's being raped.
Studied the falicies of this realty so when ready I could make my escape.

I've become a vessel to translate messages no one would listen to.
Painted images through words of harsh living just to give you a visual.
Broke down the human anatomy with words that travel through your temperalis, passing zygoma so you can repeat them verbatum through your oral.
Created singular ideas that can be defined as plural.

Struck a Bloods thought pattern when I told him plasma is blue before it hits the air.
Walked the fine line between unjust and whats fair.
I
Am
A
Poet!
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