Poetically writing scriptures, without causing storm blisters
I love this so much I don’t know if I could stop, a poem can’t flop
Not about sales, trying hard contemplating whether you’re going to fail
It’s a hobby and it’s all I do on my spare time, no one dares say my rhymes are stale
I try to spill emotion; people criticize in a negative light because I’m well spoken
Mad at me simply because there spells not working, all I ask is that they stop searching
Not stress when I write on the pad, when I’m finish I can’t help but sit back and be glad
To think this was homosexual but that was ignorant, and for that I am truly sad
But now I can’t even contain the livid thing that’s in thee, that wants to kill the pen in me
But it can’t even if they used a guillotine; it could kill me but couldn’t kill my dreams
Hanging onto every word that I say, writing speeches on those lines is a chance I take
Confident that no one is powerful enough to break, I’ve already taken steps towards grace
And for all those men and women that lack faith, let me break off some like birthday cake

Just because I decline to sag my pants like the next guy
I'm more inclined to paint portraits with no borderlines
I’m insane because my poems have more pain than orphans’ eyes
That’s a lie that all my enemies bring inside for all to embrace in time
I’ll hope to bring them shame and make them torn inside
It’s hard to even fathom our struggle, even with a mortal mind
Only souls sing songs of justice not being served, staying victims of crime
I refuse to judge this world only because it was something the Lord designed

Leland Wright

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