Look we all see the world in two degrees,
One that sees the world as what it is,
And what we think it should be
And then another part that seems more like
What I see, a world of prayer and profanity
My dad tells me and Lisa agrees, that my poetry
Is beautiful, but when I swear, it brings it down a notch
Then I think, well shouldn’t all poetry be appreciated,
And then I think about hip-hop
I guess I went off my rocker, at the show the other night
My friend Rob came up and told me, during the set
That damn man, you got to think of what you said.
I don’t see it as a bad thing or a good thing,
And im not preaching religion, or anything at all…just writing another poem
From oddball to all y’all
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But if I offend you what should I do, why am I wasting
Time on this, defending what I do…I know enough
That I can write without it, but if what I write, when Im down
Depressed, or up and lifted, that I can’t change the words
As they are written.
Damn, then wheres the freedom?
Two More Sense For Your Consideration
This isn’t about not using offensive language but placing a turd(f-bomb) in the middle of a painting. The beauty of words is they take you away and into the moment /painting you are describing. The turd or
f -bomb shakes the mind away from the painting and the colors on the palette you are presenting to us. The listener stops listening to wonder how the f-bomb although a color ever blends or has any relationship with the brilliance of the other colors of your masterpiece.
It is like using the word turd within my reply to you. It is a word but is it the right word to use in my comment.
Love
Dad
it is not the idea of cursing, it is the freedom to express yourself in any form.