I Want To Be..

.- a revolutionary-.

Adorned n' draped
Militant garb

'cuz im HARD!!

Arms crossed or
Fist raised

From passers by,
i'm awaiting to be praised

Shock value soaring,
as lowly beings look dazed


..For days..

My defiant diction
shall remain displayed

Albeit, theres a cost

..to be the boss..

But I..i'll deal with that lonely, debilitating bridge, when it, I come across

..'til then

with my pen

5 percenter mentality

I'm an enigma...omnipotent, is me

who's
Stopping
I.b ?!

C'mon b.

I'm a re-vol-u-tion-ary

Right?

Without pause
Just 'cause

I can do so and besides
I like to fight..?

Black paint beneath soul-less eyes

Waiting in proverbial bushes,
Plotting oppositions demise

So
I
Can

Manipulate and mangle
my own rhetoric

Chest poked out,
mouth w/pout,
curled up upper lip

Watch me
blatantly
abuse my attitudinal,
devious dialect

'scuse me
while I momentarily
get on my caveman shit, while I spit

And beat on my chest

Give me MY respect!

Maniacal tendencies,
see me,
[mis]use my proficient prose and prey on the unsuspectingly weary

Guns of [UN]justifiable jargon...blazin!

I beg your fuckin pardon..but aint I amazin'?!

Cuz i'm tryna be
a
..revolutionary.....?

--


With ink artillery

Pounce 'pon lady poetry

...every chance I get

Without regret

Pen flexin'

Dialogue disrespectin'

Better mind ya neck n'

Check out
the muscular composition

Strong armed south paw, watch em fall
into submission

Lettin' off loose lipped shots, [mis]firing recklessly

I can do that though
W/ my Rebellious flow

Man! I'm I-muthafuckin -b!
..cuz i'm a revolutionary..

--

Only rollin' with my own kind

Those holding an elitists mind

Sittin oh so pretty
on my witty
plateau

Peons
be gone,
for within my palm
I possess the power to over throw

..YOU

AND your weak worded crew!..

I'm a poetic G!

can't you see?!

So what's that Make me????

..a re-vol-u-tion-ary!??

Caught up in Conductin'
Cerebellum concussions

With my
Bic weapons of mass destruction

Cuz
Im
Just
That
Nasty wit' it

And imma blast you
Before you dare think to
blas-fa'-me [blasphemy], wit' it

Sticks & stones?

Nah..im using haiku's, sonnets & palindromes

..to crush fragile bones

Shhhhhhhh if u stfu and listen...you can hear it!

Wield my razor sharp tongue, puncture a lung
and with these treasured words,
shatter an already broken spirit

Single handedly I can
Devastate an ego

If I so choose to do so

Get all riled up
and gung ho


Just so

I can be categorized as a BEAST

At least

That's what THEY say
but, nowadays

the mirrors image is looking rather scary

And

and

And

I'm just tryna be a
..revolutionary..

But all this ranting and raving i've done

Is making my mental become UNdone

And all this misguidance
of pride, its

..heavily weighing on my soul

And...im seemingly unraveling,
losing all self control

This power, upon me, bestowed

From here forth, i'll use to assist another in search of means to grow

This blessing Is not a gift everyone is equipped
to carry


I am i.b.
A poetic revolutionary

And I shall utilize this gift

To uplift

Poignantly, reach masses

Conduct lyrical classes

Let my vocals mend hearts, heal wounds

Each one, teach one,
reach those seeking wisdom,
acknowledge those aimlessly wandering, young stars as they reach for the moon

From birth,
I was placed on this earth,
to touch And such
Breathe new breaths of life

Into limp larynx's, constricted with everydays struggle & strife

Give a voice to words,
that out of fear, remain unspoken,

Because I care
I Package a piece as a token

that some-fuckin-body is hearing the soundless cries of our youths grief

If I can offer,
just one damaged child..the slightest hint of relief

If I can offer
One battered woman, asphyxiated with confusion,

Bruised, abused, & usin'
slabs of covergirl to mask her swollen contusion

just a moment of refuge

Then my job as a poet is done...I can not lose

And if I can coax
One healing tear from the most masculine of a man, weathering the blizzard of a world that's cut throat, long enough to draw him from the grounds of defeat

..then...my mission's a poet is complete

As history repeats
I can tackle it head on or be a coward, and underneath my rug, all my issues, sweep

But im not tryna be a statistic

And live a lackluster life that's mediocre and minimalistic

So while we come full circle I will not be the one
to succumb
to its undertow

Nor, will I quit
or submit,
be a slouch,
on my or anybody else's couch,
w/hand out, talkin bout
''im waitin
For an explanation
And for reparations'',
not while I still have a pulse filled with the fluid fervency of my flow

And no,

you won't find
Me waitin in nobody's line
For what's ''rightfully'' mine

I'll simply be just ''takin''

And I hold
Not a single sole, responsible
But myself..for my mistake makin'


I'm fighting to reach new realms and then regain higher levels,..and then on top of that,
keep grinding,
never minding
Nay sayers, as I achieve even more

I'm reciting,
for enlightenment, rhyming for a reason

What are YOU fighting, matter of fact...what are you even writing
....for?


A poetic revolutionary,
.
...
.....
...
.

is who? me



..a poetic revolutionary..

Is who[?] i.b[e].