I’ am Fin To Get My Writing Shit Together
By: The Red Cat Jazz of Love
As I drop my head,
and give blessing to the words.
I drop my ink on thoughts
and I don’t whole sale how I know
I am writing hell when I want to be,
so sit down and let me introduce to you
the neo soul I bleed.
I have pressed snooze
over and over again and the quotes
of all my old school writing kinfolks
all have had a one on one with me,
and have reminded me of the elegance
of my one sound.
And all I can do is sit down
and let my tears pound the pavement
and say listen to the rock the mic tears
that roles a lullaby chorus
that has left me.
Hello Mr. Poet Telephone man,
you have dialed the thoughts
of my number and this time
I didn’t give you a click,
but answered you in response
of my proper ghetto with,
I am about to get back on my writing shit.
As my thoughts are grinding to you
as a reader you can best believe
I just been sleeping doing a
writing film play behind the scenes,
because its just to many imitators
trying to sing my soul song.
Hey now, who has a sassy class act like I do?
And who is the arrogant lady
of Enthralling that will take off her clothes?
I have a flow that is so cold it shivers up prose.
I ’am the gills of oxygen
and the tales of Elm that hasn’t went bleak.
So you as my ex writing mentor
sit down and take a seat,
while you help me remember,
what that stage high meant,
as I sit in thought pity just trying to
get back on my writing shit.
Child Hood School Writing Mentor Dedication:
Rico Salvador
© Julia L. Clark Registration Number TXu-331-190, All rights reserved







Its all good. I look forward to reading more!

damn this poem give me a kiss


as the pen you weave takes your thoughts straight out of control. Spin and spit upon a mic, your words unfurl, you got what it takes, you go girl!
Thanks for sharing the keypads of your heart, may you forever know, our love of weaving shall never part.
kidding I love you
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