The Wait 2 (Spoken Word)

This weeks Throwback Poem is called The Wait 2. The Wait one was posted Sunday. Click Here if you want to read that. But the back story to this piece is I was not supported by my peers and I released my frustrations in this piece. I also recorded this awhile back. Link to that here.

 

Man this feels like déjà vu

Dropped another book and didn’t get no love

The only love I got was from the man up above

Man that’s so sad

And you wonder why I’m so mad

When will I ever be glad

I guess when people are finally satisfied

My family don’t support me but I guess that’s classified

I’m glorified to the highest god that I will be the best

On this journey to make history

But I’m stuck on this mystery

Cracking down on me to go to school

I hate school

Too many rules

But I’m screwed

Living with people who want to control me

But they don’t see what I see

Like they got one eye

That’s fetty wap

It’s clear that I will never stop

Making people jaw drop

Making my family heart stop

Man that’s a heart attack

Every poem I write that’s a counterattack

I write for me and not money

To them that’s funny

They want me to go to school, to me that’s funny

They keep getting grumpy when I want something

It’s only so much I can take

They dancing around my questions like drake

When will I get a break

Made too many mistakes

I’m now picking up the pace

I’m on a chase

This is my dream

I’m full of steam

I’m taking it to the extreme

I’m dropping a book each month

Just to show my dominance

This is evidence

People have been stepping all over me now I’m finally awake

When I dropped the rise I thought it was going to be an earthquake

But no I’m told to wait

Well I’m waiting

And this shit is starting to get degrading

I’m fading

I have been doing this for too long

I’m coming strong

I didn’t have to wait when they was all on my jock

All I had to do was block

Until I cut that out and made the whole world stop

They only happy when I’m on that field

Talk to my pops he told me to go to school to please

Miss me with that pleasing people

I been trying to please them my whole life

Man now I’m finally letting it fly like a kite

This is my life

No more pleasing that had to cease

The haters is my feast

And I’m the beast

Just dropped the rise

They really want my dream to die

If my dreams die then I die

Without my dreams then I’m nothing

Been holding on to a grudge all my life

Really want to stab it with a knife

This shit ain’t nice

They keep telling me to go for what I want

When I try to write

They tell me to hold up pause rewind

Man my life ain’t no remote control

My heart is filled with coal

Cause I’m tired of people trying stop my grow

I’m never going to stop

If you don’t like it let your heart drop

It’s the wait

Author: K. Exum
K. Exum is an up and coming author & poet. He looks to make his longtime childhood dream job his reality. By creating this blog, he seems to show his skills for writing. His hunger for success and dedication to turn his ordinary life into his dreams has brought him to this point. K is currently working on his 5th spoken word project, "Poetic Gift." Reach out by this email to connect! founderofhitm@gmail.com

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