The years have blurred….
While I continue to be busy
certain issues begin to occur
in frequent rotation.
…You…must excuse my hesitation,
as I stay away from my na-tive land
I’ve discovered that others can’t stand
my extensive leave of absence,
but I had to take action.
They’ve left messages saying:
“D, when’re you gonna stop playin’
around over there? It ain’t fair
how you stayin’
on a long vacation.
What’s your occupation,
again? Well I got a real
job. You should see how everyone feels,
they say you ain’t never gave a damn
while you pretend to attend slams
and recite shit that no one reads.
“But I do, I stopped being lazy because of you,
I no longer question my insecurities, mind’s no longer hazy because of you.
I understand the struggles
that you tussle
with, and can finally relate to you.
So can you please leave Europe be
and return to the free
and enlighten these jealous ple-
Damn, do I really have that kind of impact?
My poems did that?
I often feel that my shit lacks
the necessary ingredients
heeded by the immediate
critics conjured deep within.
I will never again descend
into a state of chagrin
wherein it has been
a cinch to get in this thick skin
and mess with my temperament.
It’s quite evident,
II just need to treat them as excrement
and write my new testament
so I can continue spitting these poems like I got a speech impediment.