but you know what else?
i don’t need
to brag about
the money
because that’s not
why i’m here.
who writes poems
to make fat stacks
of bills anyway?
i’m just doing
what i love,
whether the people
read it or not,
and i don’t need
dollars for it.
everyone wants to flex
their expensive clothes
and fancy fast cars,
but that’s not my thing.
i want to write words
that people will take away
long after i’m gone.
who’s gonna remember
the designer clothing
and fancy ferraris
if everyone else
brags about theirs?
i can be a great poet
with or without the pay,
but i won’t let the cash
define the words or
dictate what i write.
you can give me
however much money
you want to give,
but no one will take
the realness away.
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