Unknown
It makes me laugh
When I see others
Take credit for my words
And at times I get pissed
When I start to think
Who in the hell do the think they are
But I guess that is the cost
For me remaining in the shadows
Not wanting to be known
Who in the hell
Do these a*ho* think they are
Low life f*n* scum
Want to be poets
Who can’t even find
Their own voice
Oh well
Maybe one day
The truth will become known
I guess that after all
That is just part of the cost
Of being unknown
poem by Edwin Tanguma
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