Take Your Seat
Take your seat
Don't miss a beat
Of the soul that I bring
When I spit my poetry thing
The snaps of you fingers
To the way my words linger
Through the air
I'm not scared
Let your thoughts rain free
It's only me
Be open with yourself and be oh so true
I'm doing this for me, the hell with you
With your prejudice and sterotype
About how this girl is so righteously hype
I stand before you, not in disguise
No deception, deceit, or little white lies
What you see is what you get
So you either like it, love it, or leave it
I'll be alright if you don't approve
Of the way that I write, sing, shout, cuss, sex, love,
talk, fight, or the way that I move
Did you miss a beat
For you I will repeat
'Cause my skills keep on growing
And my words keep flowing
I might write an autobiography about me
About how I never failed me
I quinch my own thirst
'Cause I put myself first
I was born alone
I will die alone
And I can scribe whatever the hell I want because I am oh so grown
Despite what you thought, my beat brings heat
This I know because you are still in your seat
poem by Roneisha Thompson
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