MY SKILL
Nobody knows my skill
my rhyming skills
nobody knows my name
a poets name
Nobody knows my origin
neither do I
Nobody knows my struggle
I wonder why
Nobody knows me
cause Im not seen
except my poems
they know who I am
Im unsigned and unknown
I chose this way...
im good, a poet with skills
my verbals flow with thrills
like rivers
this gift is given and mine
I pen the nicest poems ever
but nobody knows my skills
Nobody will know, until im dead.
PoetMutabazi
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