Wednesday, November 2, 2011

Ca ne fait rien

Im tired of saying im a poet,
And getting weird ass looks
I tell them I write poems
And they give me the dookie face
You know that face you make when you smell shit
Its like once I tell them im a poet they immediately imagine me half naked
In some forest
Dancing around trees like some woodland fairy
While writing poems about how green the leaves are
Its like I immediately get tagged as soft
Sensitive
Emotional
Weird
Which are in no way,
False
I am all of those things
And if you bust into my bedroom on any given Monday
you will most likely See me dancing around like a woodland fairy
Yes I am a poet!

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