I always wanted to be a wordsmith
Someone who could twist and bend a phrase in such a way as to blow your mind
But I’m starting to find that it’s not as easy as the really good writers and poets
and rappers
Make it look
And every time I think I’ve got something genius
When it hear it back it’s like listening to my own voicemail recording
You never sound as good as you thought you did
Because the truth is
I’m so worried about being clever or intelligent or provocative
That I can’t even get out of my own way long enough to find out what my spirit’s
really trying to say
I’m terrified of the opinions of others
I’m so worried about web traffic
I hang onto every YouTube comment and retweet
Like that long string of cheese that stays connected to the pizza
If you don’t cut it off and just eat it
You might burn your mouth
Trying to increase my platform
Yet I was taught to be a servant
And even on a platform it’s hard to be seen when you’re on you knees
And everyone else up there is like
Up and standing
Like a still small voice of encouragement trapped in a mess of angry screaming
Like a small tree falling in the woods and the only people around to hear it
Are too distracted by the gigantic descending redwoods threatening to crush
them into the earth
Does the small tree even make a noise?
The truth is
I’ll probably never be a great writer or poet or rapper
But I will be a tenacious learner
Unapologetic for the journey that I’m going on
With bruises and battle scars because I’ve been knocked down so many times
I will have creative PTSD but I will refuse to leave the battlefield
Like Jacob I will walk with a limp
Like Hurricane Carter
I know that going sixteen rounds in the ring is nothing compared to sitting in a prison all your
life because you never found the courage to step into the ring in the first place
Yeah I may never be any good
But I ain’t never gonna quit.
Someone who could twist and bend a phrase in such a way as to blow your mind
But I’m starting to find that it’s not as easy as the really good writers and poets
and rappers
Make it look
And every time I think I’ve got something genius
When it hear it back it’s like listening to my own voicemail recording
You never sound as good as you thought you did
Because the truth is
I’m so worried about being clever or intelligent or provocative
That I can’t even get out of my own way long enough to find out what my spirit’s
really trying to say
I’m terrified of the opinions of others
I’m so worried about web traffic
I hang onto every YouTube comment and retweet
Like that long string of cheese that stays connected to the pizza
If you don’t cut it off and just eat it
You might burn your mouth
Trying to increase my platform
Yet I was taught to be a servant
And even on a platform it’s hard to be seen when you’re on you knees
And everyone else up there is like
Up and standing
Like a still small voice of encouragement trapped in a mess of angry screaming
Like a small tree falling in the woods and the only people around to hear it
Are too distracted by the gigantic descending redwoods threatening to crush
them into the earth
Does the small tree even make a noise?
The truth is
I’ll probably never be a great writer or poet or rapper
But I will be a tenacious learner
Unapologetic for the journey that I’m going on
With bruises and battle scars because I’ve been knocked down so many times
I will have creative PTSD but I will refuse to leave the battlefield
Like Jacob I will walk with a limp
Like Hurricane Carter
I know that going sixteen rounds in the ring is nothing compared to sitting in a prison all your
life because you never found the courage to step into the ring in the first place
Yeah I may never be any good
But I ain’t never gonna quit.
