I heard my mother

She was outside on the porch , phone talking and smoking a cigarette. I don't know who she was talking to but I overheard heard her say. "My son is a fighter, he gets what he wants when he wants it. He knows what he wants to be and he will be someone big watch." 

I did enjoy hearing that. But I don't need to hear that when I already who I am and what I can do to get what I want. So many people I know can't ever come close to me. Getting to school early studying instead of eating lunch. Bitching for everything, I will fight until the thing that I want is in my hand or in my transcript. Kevin Lyman doesn't get me backstage for anything. I am no little woodlands kid. I grew up and put up my fist for things that needed to be rearranged. Junior and already visiting a college in NYC. I am not here to be a party animal or here to move just to party. Senoir I won't be a joke I will get things done. Plan A Plan B and Plan C are readying in the making. 

I am here, born  just to grab an audience (the world) and show them a piece of art.  Not your average "Joe", not a trend or anything.  My mind is  crazy beauty. I bet I could write a poem about a blank wall.

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