'PoemGrown'
© Raul Cortes Jr. 9-11-19
I am a person among people.
Identity doesn't stop there. . .
My pedigree is stocked where? . .
I am a divergent among sheeple.
My mind is in striking distance of the bull's eye & the arrow locked in target.
Vultures don't fight resistance & smell death like a rotten carcass.
Picture an infant child whose heart is an empty tank of gasoline.
Is your love regular or unleaded? Water is also clear fluid, do you understand what I mean?
My haters have their horns out, eyes red.
They let out steam when I wave the cape, by the time they charge, I fled.
I used to be a pitiful 4 cylinder, then I got my CDL.
Clearly Determined Lyricist, an artist so starved you can see my scales.
A buried seed that rose from the grave, sown every page, yes I prevailed.
Surrounded by Mack Trucks & that sucked because I was a levitating diesel engine, they wanted to See Me Fail.
I don't drive yet my mind is full of belts.
Spin like a 30inch rim, glimmering with knowledge of self.
If the arrow is to stick, you have to shoot & not throw.
Years of target practice, bars I crafted, that can't uproot, just grow.
©polo
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