First Impression Of Artistic Ignorance (or Rap Freestyling)A Poem by Rebecca Hope Rouston
I heard a rap freestyle the other night
One man turned it to a cursing fight I began to antagonize him to tell me How he "saw more than we've seen" What tool is used to measure this hell? Create it, and I'm damn sure it'll sell Because it seems the more that I see The more I crave to pack up and leave The battle of fires have turned blue And no one cares as much as you do Out of breath describing what you see But I've never once told you to quit My beauty won't always be a security I see a fine line in the levels of purity Walking a line or walking a curve around Leaves the same prints in the ground It's when I stopped caring that I really did I can just no longer call myself a kid The answers are out there for me to find To discover what parts of me are still blind I wonder why we want all these eyes Lifted and mounted by so many lies What I think we're searching to finally know Is how to send all these memories below © 2024 Rebecca Hope RoustonFeatured Review
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9 Reviews Added on January 17, 2013 Last Updated on January 31, 2024 AuthorRebecca Hope RoustonNeverland, MIAboutI'm Rebecca. My words are my story, your interpretation is yours. Sober since 2/4/2019, with one vacation to neverland. "Free yourself from yourself" - Tool more..Writing
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