Shy GuyA Poem by John ByrdI drop them like hot cakes. I have to be in the mood for hot cakes. Regardless I get them for free. With little effort. It’s like getting clothes for free when you’re rich. You don’t need it but they want their clothes to gain reputation. Was once a shy guy. Until I found my gift. My curse. My bad. Gained character. Was known as prince charming. She was sleeping beauty. The beauty in my first dreams. My ego with a giraffe neck. Hit one pass. Hit the next pass. I’m Johnny on draft day Except I decline the contract after a couple of weeks. “I ain’t nothing but a n***a ain’t no reason to pretend”. Take it in. I’ll coach a whole team of players. This is the try outs But everyone gets cut. They all have potential. Instead of them doing suicides. I’m the one running. Ironic.
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StatsAuthorJohn ByrdDetroit, MIAboutJunior at Michigan State University. Hip Hop and poetry are my two favorite things. Childish Gambino is my favorite artist. Walt Whitman, Emily Dickinson, and Henry David Thoreau are my favorite .. more..Writing
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