If I Was a Real Poet
If I was a real poet...
I would ride my meter
up and down the page
only pausing to catch your breath
while leaving heavily accented syllables
in my wake
I would use metaphors that would catch fire
and ignite fireworks against the night sky of your mind
and similies that would smile toothy grins at you
like the kid that liked you and used to live across the street
or burst into rooms full of people like the Kool Aid man
to be stared at and looked over
If I was a real poet...
I would use words that would make you wage wars for what's right
I would incite riots reminiscent of Rodney's day
and rage against that dying of the light
I would sing songs sung by slaves
to show how serious I was
If I was a real poet...
I would show hustlers how to slang compound sentences forged from life
instead of rocks thrown carelessly in veins
and at the same time putting overzealous cops behind poetic bars
to see a different side of the same old story
I would be a rockstar reading love lyrics off the top of moving cars
with a platinum alphabet chain on my neck
(ok...probably not...but it would be cool)
If I was a real poet...
I would bum rush pages with barricades
made from the words of my fury
I would break down racial barriers
and breath life into the dead dreams of the ghetto
I would draw life in words
that would be seen and be digested by everyone
I would shout
I would declare
I would exclaim
I would proclaim
I would give joy
I would cause pain
I would lose myself...in the stories of every day
If I was a real poet...
thats what I'd do
But I'm just a guy that writes sometimes
hoping to get through to you...