My aim of writing is not to get on an A-list
So I can make greens and get Bs
Who take of their undies when they see me
Take D, eat it, and F
Like some of my own report cards.
The more I write,
My desire for all those things diminish
Now I only wish to furnish my mind,
To elevate my soul
Fuck this flashy lifestyle
In this era of dumsor even in my soul,
I write to keep the flashlights on.
Don’t come close please
My mind is a dark abyss
This pen and paper will flip the switch on.
Look deeply into the window panes to my soul
What do you see?
“Loads and loads of them”
All these sins,
I swear it wasn’t me
Writing exorcises some of those demons
So one day I hope
These sins will all go away!
Writing purifies my soul,
Gives me hope
That one day I will know peace
That one day I will know intimate calm
To me,there’s no better prospect
Hell not even money 💰
Cos as Chris Wallace said
“Mo’money, Mo’ problems”
As it stands
I have had more than my fair share of problems already .