everyday,
ordinary guy
telling it my way
words from my heart
baring my soul
how I feel it
when thinking about
my thoughts
inspired by my
life experience
my thoughts
fully clad
artistically within
my style of words
yes,
my words
on my thoughts
becoming
my type of poetry
my poetic words
flowing forth
freely,
as if uninhibited
flavored by
the common, everyday
and ordinary
as rooted within
my family, my friends
my people
and my country
I ain’t no saint
nor any intellectual
got no fancy decree
don’t wanna copy
nuttin
not any past, legendary
or popular poet
nor be shaped by
the scorn of a critic
I write poetry
as I speak
how I act as
I am
as me, living
my rendition in words
about the times
I lived
and experienced
regardless if
those in the know
deem my words
my poetry
as popular, as proper
as acceptable
or smitten with
the damnation of
some well-educated
elevated faction
posing as
literary demigods
