Black Poets Society: Hymns not poems

By AP Tha Warrior The Black Lens

First & foremost, these aren’t

poems, they’re hymns because

I’m him. When I 1st moved here,

my light was a little dim.

Now it’s my time to shine, what

I’m told in my mind. God did,

Hov did, & AP did the modern

day Trifecta.

Even when I was vegan, I was

always about my feta. Better,

wake up and do one thing, to get

me closer toward my goals.

My name’s not origami, no

time to fold. Only thing I know

walk head up, chest out, real bold.

Meaning no words I utter, shall be

micro nor soft. That’s been established

since 97, when I could speak. It’s what got

me that corner office everyday of the week