Narrative

The mic is my platform 
My choice of words 
My voice in words 
My holy matrimony 
For i have an unbreakable marriage 
The mic is a spear 
That stabs the heart 
With poetic justice 
A presidential teaspoon 
That feeds the hungry souls 
The microphone 
My open mic session 
It relieses tension 
My eletrical ball of dreadlocks 
Locked tight 
Onto its magic stick 
The mic is my stage 
Where opharned minds of age 
Crucify emotions 
Motions of confessions 
The mic is a diplomatic dictator 
That prickles the eardrums 
The mic 
Is a tool 
That fights better 
Than a handgun

THE MIC