Writing Prompt #23

Write a poem about your body

My body is a temple that I often don’t want to be in

The look and make of the model may be pleasant to some but not me

Reasons why I use to want to leave

But I rather do some repairs

And continue to climb the stairs

To Success

We are not all blessed

With a great body that cover our flesh

But it’s up to us

To change the image that we don’t like instead of putting up a fuss

That’s what I think of my body

Other Version:

My body is like a Chevy Tahoe

Big and wide

It still is a good ride

The inside is nice

Great leather seats inside

The engine is loud and impactful

Once you hear it you will be amazed

But why am I so fazed

I just never looked at the body as great

I guess because the dents

Always made me repent

Fixing it up would bring me joy that I always dreamt

But that thought is nothing but a dream that mechanics been told me would happen

But it just hasn’t happened

So I settle for this truck

Because for the time being I’m stuck

Reason why I barely take it out

Because this truck is something I’m not comfortable with

Disclaimer: I don’t hate myself by the way. I could see how you can get that vibe from this. But I wrote 2 versions just because I had two different comparisons for this prompt. Hope you enjoyed. By the way this prompt came from https://www.journalbuddies.com/journal_prompts__journal_topics/60-daily-creative-writing-prompts/

Top 5 Favorite (Poem)

My top 5 favorite rappers

Would have to be dapper

Not much of a trapper

But no slacker

My top 5 will have to have swagger

And their lyrics will have to be like a dagger

They change so much how can I really pick 5

I will pick 5 dead or alive

I will try to analyze exactly why

I will have to go with the legend biggie

His flow is very tricky

His lyrics could never be shitty

I think my favorite lyric was when he did ten crack commandments

It was so much of an advancement

It was like he was telling you the rules of the game

The rules of the game in his rap it was so much to gain

This line left a stain in my mind

He said money and blood don’t mix like two dicks and no bitch

That bar left my mind in a serious ditch

I’m use to listening to people rap about getting rich

But he was different it was a laid back cool flow

You know just like snoop dogg

But his had a little bit of a edge on it

That’s why he was so hot

My second favorite would have to be the metaphor king

Lil wayne metaphors will leave you amazed

His style is so wild

The metaphors be crazy but make sense

I can’t even pick one cause its so many

J. Cole is next up for a Grammy

And next up on my top five

His songs aren’t full of lies

He actually talk about real life

He is a lyricist

And one of the biggest

Ace hood would be my next favorite

His songs just got a certain hood edge

Like he is full of rage

Like someone locked him in a cage

When he rap its like he on a rampage

It keeps me engaged

Then there’s my last favorite

It would have to be slim shady

Eminem skills is crazy

It can’t be traced

When he touch the mic the whole building stop in its tracks

He has crazy impact

His song not afraid is my favorite song of all time

The story it tells of being brave

Eminem is one of the only rappers I know that could spit for 6 minutes

Rap god was crazy after a long break

I could listen to him all day

All day everyday

That’s my top 5 favorite rappers

Disclaimer: I wanted to reveal my top 5 in a different way than the usual list form. Hope you enjoyed. Remember to subscribe to my mailing list and check out some of my other posts.

Same Damn Thing (Spoken Word)

New Spoken Word for this Spoken Word Sunday. It’s just something I wrote for the people that love the street life. There’s always another way. Option 1 may have faster benefits. But it has long term side effects. Hope you enjoy. Visit my channel and Like, Comment and Subscribe.

Breakdown (Spoken Word)

This week I had a little bit of a breakdown and of course, I wrote a poem. It’s therapeutic when I’m down. Here’s what I wrote. I also made a video reciting this, Link Here https://youtu.be/k52je4nWdac

Breakdown:

I can’t control when this depression comes

But I can tell you how it make me feel

It be having me want to grab a gun and kill the man in the mirror

I feel so fucked up to the point I got my momma looking at me in terror

I wish I could say I can beat the voices inside of my head

But every time we come face to face I get put to bed

As the tears roll down my face

I just need space

Is the only thing I say

It’s easy for you to look in and say i need this and that but you don’t feel this pain

You don’t know my demons

I wish I had a better reason

For why I no I can’t say that

I’m just trying to escape

After eight years it just feels like I’m running in one big circle

I just wanna say pops why wasn’t my dreams enough

I didn’t ask God to be this big

I just feel so sick

No I just feel like shit

Because I wasn’t enough of a son to live up to your dreams

A big waste of space is the shit I heard daily

I feel like a failure

The past got me in a chokehold

I wish I could say I won’t fold

But I don’t know any more