Step In My Circle

They’ll call me the greatest, and I haven’t even published yet. Fans and critics already circle, craving words that burn with raw, unfiltered passion. Sorry, kids—nothing you’ve got comes close to what I bring. Let me torch the poetry community and rebuild it on my terms.

I’ve been waging a war of words since I was thirteen. Someone once asked if I feared thieves stealing my work. I laughed. Take one, and I’ll write ten more in thirty minutes.

It’s not cockiness—it’s my ego, unapologetic and earned.

NP