What up, this is Wyze. A poem introducing myself.

[Wyze89]

Yeah I'm livin life, but it seems I have day dreams of death.
I'm going up to fly, so my people make me leave the nest.
And my hood is dirty and dry, but I've come to clean the mess.
Self is what I sacrifice, exhale love but breath in stress...
I do a lot of reading, and my family says I think too much.
Angry with the knowledge I have, cuz its not me you trust.
Yet a "social retard" wit his V-card covered in heaps of dust. (I'm 21)
Cuz somehow I love my doubts, they're what made me not beat from lust.
Searchin for a virgin wife, impossible where I live.
A high percentage of women already reside in lairs wit kids.
So I resume to look for truth, proceed to speak it in rhyme.
Shunned by society, cuz I don't believe smokin weed is a crime.
Surprised I haven't ran out of tears and start to bleed from my eyes.
I'm always inside of it, need a decreasing of mind
The Law of One's a confirmation of what I already knew.
That we are meant to love with Christ, always walking in truth.

[kycahi]

Thanks for joining us, Wyze person, and sharing of yourself with the poem.

[Brittany]

Welcome, and nice poem. I know what you mean about the "social retard" stigma. At least you can know you're definitely not alone on that front.

[Ruth]

Welcome Wyze89 - I read your poem as a kind of rap. Awesome! ". . . we are meant to love with Christ . . ."

Light and love!

[Wyze89]

Thanks guys, appreciate it!