Most times I bleed these words
deserted by the elusive genius
as she courts other talents
Most times I squeeze these words
salty waters blinding eyes
as dams burst leaving no survivors
Most times I sift these words
trash swirling, syllables protesting
as I step on someone’s toes
Once in a while a verse is given
mundane comes to a halt and urgency
emerges as I capture the moment
Creativity and commerce always controversial
โI do it for the love.โ
To you, impostor!
These tears, sweat and blood
are not yours to sell.
