if i’m the drake of poetry
because i’m always
trapped in my feels,
that means people
still love what i make,
talk about my work,
and anticipate the moment
where i’ll drop
something new.
it also means that
i can sell this
because i’m me.
400+ views on
an album of fiction?
40+ in one day
on a poem posted
during your REM?
all on a blog
with no followers?
yeah, i did that.
who says that
the soft boy
can’t brag sometimes?
yeah, i write poems,
yeah, they’re good,
yeah, people read ‘em,
yeah, my words hit,
i can even repeat myself
and it would still be great.
because i sell this all
with my name.
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they don’t care what i’ve got to say, i could scream it to the heavens and no one would pay attention, been that way since the beginning, i’...
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