RHYME Poem: What A Poet Is, Is A Poet Knows, by Aiyana Ramos

One step, deep breath
One line, take your time
Pen across paper and made for later
Uses for muses of life in nights
I wasnt a poet but i know it
I’m a monster on the roster
A bone with no home
Like a frog on a log with the bog down beat of a neat little poet
Did you know it?
I’m a poet yet i dont know it
I’m made with clay and sent away
Got i wish you would’ve stayed away
Made and frayed but never sent away
Go away leave me be to die in misery
I’m a monster that never prospers
A sinner with no winners
And yet i spread my wings like a mean three-
Think about it, around it
Through it and strew it
Away
Astray
But hey
At least I’ll see another day.

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