Mediocre emotion
Asking you to ‘mediocrely’ vote for me
Show me mediocre devotion
I haven’t been like this
Since the first time I saw white kids
Asking them
What’s the surprise
It was a new vision for my eyes
But I guess I was expecting more
So here we are again in life
Asking
What’s the surprise
These views…
Yes…
Are all seemingly new to my eyes
But what’s the surprise
Conversations grown more lacklustre
They lack spark
Some might even say determination
They lack heart
May I say it’s false inspiration
And don’t start
To disagree until you hear me out
When I write I see no image…
I must create
Then recreate
To simply convey a simple thought
I’m in a realm so lonely it’s simply prison
When you’re caught
I struggle to put words on this paper
As if they don’t exist
Maybe they don’t
But they do…
Yet [it] feels as if
I’m struggling to speak
Like I’m using a lisp
I remember a time
Short
Ago
When my poetry was crisp
Made a request for me to convey an emotion
And the result wasn’t this
If it was happiness you would feel trapped
In perpetual bliss
But I’m here writing mediocre poetry
G.C. January 17, 2008
Changes made August 11, 2012