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Something to Note By MaskedPoet When I look around I see a bunch of haters And fake, wannabes We call imitators Why hate me For doing what I do Do I hate on that Weak shit presented by you? They say imitation Is the highest form of flattery Not really! It annoys me Don�t try to copy me People giving me different motives for Some of the things in MY poetry Shut up! You don�t know me! You can�t tell me what is or isn�t real to me! Like Ms. Badu I work to please me Cause I can�t please you And that�s why I do what I do Copyright © 2005-2007 |
Love Hurts By MaskedPoet My eyes are swollen My bones are broken My mouth is fucked up No words can be spoken My skin was beautiful Unmarked by burn marks and whelps My hair was fully intact Nice, brown, long and neatly kept My voice was sexy That was before my trachea was bruised Back then I was fooling myself Thinking I was loved by you I stayed with you Making excuses for you actions Saying to myself Your anger stems from your dissatisfaction I wish I could hurt you now The way you hurt me Then and only then Can I rest peacefully There is one lesson I want to teach you And this I am going to assert By no way, no how, and under no circumstances Should lover ever hurt Copyright © 2005-2007 |
Who is MaskedPoet?
By MaskedPoet I am MaskedPoet I don�t like being controlled But I am controlling I am depressing But not depressed I am a ball of confusion Bouncing down street called life Most of my school years Filled with hate and spite I am poet that hides behind a mask Why? You ask I hide behind my mask to exile myself from public opinion Admit it or not, we�re all governed by what other people are thinking As I slip into MaskedPoet I take off one mask and put on another one Then and only then Can I fully exercise my freedoms I don�t like being controlled But I am controlling I am depressing But not depressed I am MaskedPoet This is all I can be Hate me or love me You WILL NOT ignored me |