Writer At Heart (Spoken Word)

I am a writer at heart

It’s been hard

Hard to keep up my guard

I was stuck in the dark

Just trying to find my start

Trying to figure out how to make my mark

Some thought I didn’t have the smarts

But my poetry has been going for yards

They had it backwards

I’m a writer nothing less

I am bless

It’s been in my flesh

All along I knew it was in my chest

They couldn’t see it so they tried to commit theft

But I left them stressed

I been walking through the war with a bulletproof vest

Just to provide for my nest

When I realized they wasn’t there I had to find myself

I tried to turn back to please

Until I realized I was displeased

I had released my dreams

I stop believing

I had to come back because I felt like I wasn’t breathing

Like some one ripped my soul out

When I realized that someone was me

I started going hard once again

Now I’m gaining from it

I’m a writer at heart

I knew it when I picked up that pen when I was 8

I wrote my first story on that stormy night

It felt like the first time I took flight

Until I dropped the pen and seen the light

I knew it wasn’t right

I had to find me again

All the late nights up feeling pain

I knew it was something

Sitting in class feeling like something is missing

Running on that field knowing this isn’t me 

Seeing the smiles on my family face

Kept me going but my mind was in space

I had to trace back and change the pace

I found myself when I started writing speeches

It spark something I hadn’t felt in so long

My pride 

I was ready to ride

That led to the beginning of a new era

A new me 

The beginning of K. Exum

The Wait 3: Death(Spoken Word)

This is the death of the wait

Man I just couldn’t wait any longer

I had to get stronger 

Waiting is never the answer

Seeing all these people beat cancer

They didn’t wait for someone to give them the answer

This is my passion

There is no crashing

No more bashing

That’s not in my fashion

Being told to wait was just a distraction

Now I’m up and ready like an erection

Looking at my reflection

I didn’t like it, I had to make a correction

Out of sink with myself like an iPhone losing connection

Stressing over who like me or not like I’m trying to win an election

They had been trying to take me out the game like an ejection

But I kept coming back like a mosquito

Just kept rolling the dice like I was playing in a casino

I kept going and capturing new highs like I was playing pokemon go

I got too much of an ego

To ever let anything go

The only thing I can let go is these words on the paper

These words that satisfy all the haters

I can let my voice go off on each track

Now look at the map

This is where K went off to show he had no brakes

This is where he set the record straight

Scratch that this is where he showed that he was K the great

This is where he got cocky and started talking in third person

His devotion for spoken word just worsen

When he started to rhyme so nicely

It was unlikely 

In the eyes of his peers, he needed school to do so

School was supposed to be the tool

But K thought he was too cool

So he sat on a stool

Loaded himself with fuel

And showed everyone who needed school

Now look who’s the fool

I soaked everything up like a pool

Looking so nice and clean like some jewels

Sorry I got a little off topic when talking about my troubles

Sort of like when I’m trying to think straight and start thinking about the taz angels

Damn didn’t mean to get them involved

My point of the wait 3 is that I evolved

The wait is over

Sorry for not following protocol

I’m just unstoppable

Waiting is unsuitable

I’m simply untouchable like Steph Curry

I usually would say meet my fist of fury

But I would like to make up my own phrase and say meet my words of fury 

As for the people who want to see me stop in place

I had to cross over and leave you shook like AI  crossing up M jay

I am K the great

And I will never wait

This is the death of the wait


 What inspires me to write?

 Inspirations to write is a variety for me. It’s really a gift in its own right. Ever since I was a cub I have always had this sudden urge to write. So when I’m bored, sad, angry, happy, relaxed I write. It really just comes naturally to me. I write at all times of the day in spurts. A little here a little there.

Other times I’m inspired by covers. It’s odd but sometimes when I see a book or album cover that looks very detailed and it looks deeper in meaning. It just drives me to create. In a way, you can say I’m driven by pictures. Also sometimes a good prompt will lead to an elaborate story. The story that I’m working on came from a great prompt I saw on this Site. The prompt can be as little as a couple of words. But I can feed off that. Last but not least, society. Most of my poems, I was inspired by society. The rebel mentality just took over. I’m kidding but just certain situations I just wanted to give my opinion on it. Whether I didn’t like how the situation was handled and wanted to talk about it or dwell on why it happened. In conclusion, I’m inspired by just being alive. The gift that ignites the ideas in my soul. Just makes me want to create more and more.