The King
You’re right, you know! I am nothing special
Just a unique word slinging powerhouse
With magic pumping through my veins
I guess I can understand why you doubt
I’m just like every one else, right?
I’m sorry, give me a second to laugh out loud
Trust that I will change your ignorant mind
While I keep making my mama proud
I’m making moves like tectonic plates
Moving earth and shaking the ground
And I bleed positivity
No wonder you’re not around
I may fall from time to time
But I quickly grab that rebound
The more you try to shut me up
The more I make my deliberate sound
The more you try to hate
The more I juggle like a clown
And I will shed your bullshit
Like Jonah Hill shed pounds
I’m in the ring
And going round for round
And I stand back up
After every time I get knocked down
You’re in my throne room, I am the king
I’m just looking for my crown
Recognize greatness when you’re in its presence
Show some respect and bow down
LukeCoomer ©
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Comments2
I just realized this write might seem like I’m stroking my ego, this was not my intention!
It’s almost a direct response for someone putting me down for pursuing my craft.
I realize I’m a king amongst many other kings and queens
I love you all
Luke,
You ARE a KING my dear man!! I love your craft! You’re a very gifted individual! Pursue your craft to the full extent! Let no one tell you otherwise! Let that magic pump through your veins!
~Laura~
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