It's long i know, but I had like writers block or sumthin for ages and was thinkin about sum stuff n jus wrote it down, this is how it came out!

'I am a victim of my time, have been a product of my age',
If u have questions about me, u'll find my biography on a page
I have spilt my tears with the ink, My soul mixed with the letters
I write each word in a desperate attempt to get better
Metaphorically, literally and also figuratively,
I need 2 be a better person but only for the sake of me.
My words have danced on the lips of beautiful faces
Ignited rage and lust and touched many places
I have felt utter desire, Intense like burning fire
feelings of happiness and thoughts that are dire,
Rip through my veins as I get hand cramps and pains
Tryin 2 write as fast as my feelings, to explain......
The lightning fast messages from my heart to my brain.
I have listened to music and felt a fiesta inside of me
I have withdrawn into the darkness, ppl have ignored just 2 spite me.
I have retired into myself and pulled myself out with poems
needing to write,ask me why I'll tell u the reasons are unknown
I have been the outcast, watched people grow up and apart
And i have pulled behind from the beginning, the very start.
I identify with no-one, I keep goin for the sake of it
I succeed sometimes, for victory, because i like the taste of it.
I have been crushed like glass to sand many times before
I once trusted 2 easily now I trust no more....
People don't like me because they can not identify with my kind.
I am society's darkest corner, The non conformist, undefined.
My words are not for u, only for myself to understand,
One can call me many things I dont care, my future is not planned.
We dont get a second chance at life,why write a second draft?
My poems are raw,like a man who moulds clay, this is my craft.
I dont take care or spend time because then things lose their appeal.
If we go back and modify what we say, how can one tell how we feel?
We are naked at birth and not yet wise to the ways of the world.
people focus on the negative, I see the beauty like a newborn baby boy or girl.
One can not find innocence like that in a childs eyes,
and when they cry it is the epitome of whats wrong with us, for we chide-
those who are not like us, but diversity is so beautiful,
appealing,we learn from others we have to, its not a choice its dutiful.
From one line I could write a book, so what if You don't know why.
then dont look, we should write to spark thoughts, questions and try,
to make others if they see it, not to laugh or to cry,
cuz Life isnt that simple, can't you see Its complicated,
Things arent black and white anymore that notion is outdated.
I won't tell u the moral of this story, maybe there isnt even one.
Who am i to teach u a lesson!? Now, ask yourself the same question...

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This is my sig. what?

I'm white so u KNOW i can't rap =)

I will definitely RTF if u leave a link, thanks!