Artist...Not Entertainer

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I broke thru the barriers like HIV carriers broke thru the walls of whats scared to some women and left them infected, I subjected myself to ridicule and the name callin of fool, chauvinist, homophobe and anti black, I sat up many of nights, two steppin with my thoughts until we started dancing full fledged on the papers edge, I am a poet, an artist, I dont do this for entertainment purpose, see my purpose was made clear from the day I started this, and even though my motivation came from the possibility of catchin a kiss in a high school hallway, nowadays, my motivation comes from talkin the truth, whether its in a booth or a dim lit room, I have made enemies while doing this, which lets me know that Im doing my job, cause if some dont get offended and pissed off, your words mean nothin, my words have made tears flow from eye ducts and produced awestruck from the spittin of religion, my spittin has left samples of my saliva embedded in twisted DNA strands of floorboards, softenin em up, so the next time you walk and here them creak, know thats me speaking to those who walk over me without any acknowledgement of my being, and its okay, cause Im still being me, taken out of the hood by the same government who destroyed it, but yet its still embedded in my soul, so I purposely started a war on the streets on a gangbangin tip, cause this poet made every woman wanna be a crip , just so they could call their man a slob, cause to do the proper job of tastin the perfection of what was created while man slept is a job well done, I am an artist, I speak not when spoken too, but when I feel I need to talk, there is no balk in my emotions and no stopping my progression of professin the power of this craft, no more tellin my critics to kiss myor say eff everybody, I just say eff with me, because in order to eff with me, you have to be 100% of me, and even if you were, you still couldnt spit it like I could if my DNA was embedded in your saliva, I am a poet, born and bred, even when Im dead I'll spit a piece that will crack my tombstone into two cinderblocks and they can seperate my body into two seperate plots, one, for who I am as a man, and two, then man that became a new man on a daily, all because of one word, poetry