Poetry

My Confidence Is Rising

My confidence is rising
To an all-time high
Too high for measurement
It feels pleasurable
My writing is many things
Among those things, it’s inexorable

I might write a million poems before I die
And that’s no exaggeration!
I feel like Ice Cube, consider this an invitation
To my gangsta nation
*Nuh,Nuh,Nuh,Nuh,Nuh,Nuh,Nuh,Nuh*

My confidence is rising
To an all-time high
If you’re afraid of heights
Jump off the bandwagon now – while you can
My confidence is my right
Hand man

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