Speaking My Mind Poem by Bron Dayvid

My thoughts come from the asylum where society has attempted to cage my mind
I am perceived as autistic because I mentally challenge mankind
To b different to b better to just open up their eyes and c lik the 3rd letter
U c to call me a poet is incorrect I am the inverse from another universe
Close but still far from earth where pain is nonexistent so my feelings u can never hurt
In fact the only time I feel is when I caress my pen and massage the pad with ink
What is created is an intricate complexity so all my Einsteins with strong minds just think
Concentrate focus on this intellect and then reflect Lik a mirror
The present is vague y should the future b any clearer
So I ask what is lifes purpose the reason y we’re breathing
I hope your ears r wide open for these questions you’re receiving
Cus its lik u all have this mindless mind state is it contagious or a trait
Confused spiral thoughts lik loose leaf paper they all blank and pretty soon they all go to waste
If you’re not comprehending the message that I’m sending let me tie it all together lik a lace
That’s intertwined with a shoe and there on the base is a check because they made by Nike
Now I don’t write for checks I write because I’m cursed with what’s inside me
My inner demon hyphen inner reason I try to b lik the rest of society but that’s inner treason
My mind would burst and my heart and soul would start bleeding
This isn’t poetry yall I’m just speaking from that altitude where u c the mountains peeking
The world is constantly hiding the truth so when I write my heart is seeking
Peace and harmony…in a tranquil state so what is said is never harming me
So many people misuse the right to bear arms my weapon is poetry
Reloading similes and as soon as u hear that Bic click *boom* I release
And fire metaphors into the cores of your cerebellum
Now I’m a lyrical felon a rebel a revolutionary
Don’t give the people what they want I give them only the contrary
Because I’m different backwards lik I live life in reverse
The heart & passion in which I write with is not rehearsed
This was given to me the day my momma gave me birth
That was the day that heaven rose and I fell down to earth
And it took me almost 17 years to realize my potential
And actually I stumbled upon it it was accidental
C I was trying to rap but rapping was experimental
The raps that I wrote were far to sentimental
So I tore the page up and turned off the instrumental...The room grew silent I grew gentle
The thoughts that I thought I thought with more mental
Ability an explosion of emotions it was so intense
But once I wrote it all down everything made sense
And ever since I try to write everyday and every time I write I leave myself in disarray
In shock almost in disbelief because when I write the pain goes away I sigh in relief
So u c I write 4 survival don’t write to be an idol
Not a poet or a rapper I write with no title
I write because I have to I have no other choice
And I’m just speaking my mind yall thank u 4 hearing my voice