Public Disclosure

As a writer,
Of my own way...
To express what is poetic verse.
Less do I restrict my approach,
Done with a following of conventional...
Approved and accepted,
Doing of this first on my mind.
With a doing to appease,
Those who perceive they have achieved...
A scholarly expertise to judge and critique,
What poetry is to define the meaning of it.

Long before this craft became popular,
The writing of what today is describe to be...
Poetry.
It was discovered to be easier to say,
Something meaningful to depict...
To say it quick to get a message delivered.
With a doing to describe,
The goings on in times long gone to pass.

As poetry grew as a valued tool to use,
To poke fun of those who sat in positions...
Of a pretentious imitating of a status to have.
Poetry became more scutinized to realize,
What was being said 'between the lines'...
Had meaning to interpret as being offensive.
Yet...
Only those offended,
Sought to feel from what was not revealed...
To accuse the poet,
For being cynical and sarcastic...
With an intention meant to expose those,
Insecure of their own realities to examine.

And...
As a writer of what some say,
Is not poetry at all.
Or something else,
That can not be labelled or called what it is?
With it to fit comfortably in a box to describe.
Yet read to find a way done to do it?
Well...
Who is it that lives with wishes,
To live and have a mind confined to limits.
Restricted to appease the seeking of critics?
As if one's thoughts to think,
Before being publicly disclosed...
Should at least attempt to be,
Socially accepted as properly etiquette.

And them days to go ain't here no 'mo'!
You feel me?
Over and out!