I Wanna Be A Dope Poet

By August 18, 2017Poems

By Chantay “Legacy” Leonard

Dear God
I want to be a DOPE POET
Despite the fact that there are a million high minded individuals
Claiming to be God
Or Saul Williams and Jessica “Care” Moore wannabees
Or punch line poets
Who throw out witty, and socially conscious, universally acceptable bullshit
Tickled by their own wit and intellect
Yet failed to connect with anyone else once off stage
Or oversexed poets
Who fail to see their own lack of creativity
Please tell me about your overrated sexual escapades!
Since the rest of us aren’t getting none, right?
You don’t inspire orgasms much less ear-gasms on the mic
Or those who are so spiritually sage
So love and peace
Burning incense
Deep meditation
Head full of locks
Yet they talk more shit than a little bit
And become prize fighters in poetry arenas
Or arrogant ass poets
Who are so deeply entwined in their mindless metaphors
That they can’t realistically expect anyone to identify with them
They hog the open mic
Like fat b*tches at a barbecue buffet
Oh, did I say something politically incorrect?
Forgive me God for being less than perfect
Less than creative
If I dare to redefine the revolution
Is it a sin for me to claim to be conscious?
Yet I don’t rock locks
I smoke weed
And sip a wine cooler now and then
Cause everyone knows poets are the biggest alcoholics anyway
And please forgive me for not quite meeting the standards of a universal poet
Because I only write about what I live
Not what I imagine
But still I want to be a DOPE POET
So I can get off by whip lashing the masses with their own ignorance
Become a three day, three book revolutionary
And pretend to know everything
And never understand one thing
Or get my jollies off by ignoring virgins to the mic
Tune them out and talk loud as hell while they read
Let my cell phone ring on the loudest level
Slide out the side door
So I can hide the fact they bore me
But then when I get on stage I want to be the center of the universe
Everyone pay attention to ME, ME, ME
Because, yes, I am such a damn important person
With a damn important message
For all you unconscious, unlearned, uncivilized little people
I want to bash your little brains with my big words
All in the name of being a DOPE POET
Yes, God I confess that your importance pales
In comparison to putting myself on a pedestal
For all to see
I’d just as quickly forsake the Bible, The Koran, and the Torah
For a chance to be on an episode of Def Jam Poetry
Slam my soul out against everyone in every contest
Just as long as I can be SEEN
Buy out my latest book and CD
Sell out to the highest bidder
It’s all the same thing
Just on emore opportunity for the world to praise ME
Communities can go to hell as long as my words sale
Education, economics, and politics are merely hot topics
That earns me hand claps and finger snaps
Consciousness is my head wrapped fashionably
Revolution and universalism are trendy terms
That all can learn, but never live
Oh, damn, did I actually have a moment of honesty?
Dear God forgive me
But I only wanted to be a DOPE POET

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