I am not here for gaining points.
I am here for making some.
Did you know that words annoints?
And most people speak in crumbs!
I cannot reclimb the levels
Surpaassed so long ago,
When I found poetries pebles
On another plateau.
I am not raised on social currency,
Where I blindly follow one's Impose patterns
Not knowing their destiney.
What "I" prevail matters!
All my life I was the rarest bum.
I wrote from joints and from love.
I wrote to make a point
To all the shadow thungs.
I know my words annoint!
So I must write for cause,
Not to gain a point from a system flawed.
My word will not be crumb;
But point you to the truth
As you become...