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This is SUPPOSED to be a fucking awesome spoken word piece.

This is SUPPOSED to be one of my favoritve pieces I have written.

This is SUPPOSED to be so powerful that it makes you think so hard your head hurts.

This is SUPPOSED to be filled with so much emotion that the lines on this page aren’t enough to contain the ink blotted tears.

This is SUPPOSED to be a wake up call for those who wine about what they don’t have.

This is SUPPOSED to be a reminder that there are those who don’t have the luxury of having a warm place to sleep at night.

This is SUPPOSED to be a call to action to all of you people idly sitting down as our government controls every aspect of our life.

This is SUPPOSED to be a gently caress on the cheek of your loved one.

This is SUPPOSED to be a slap on the face to that asshole who called you fat.

This is SUPPOSED to be that late night call, asking you to come over…not to fuck, but to cuddle under the blankets and kiss.

This is SUPPOSED to be about SEX!

This is SUPPOSED to be about LOVE!

This is SUPPOSED to be about HATE!

This is SUPPOSED to be about expressing yourself.

This is SUPPOSED to be good.

This is SUPPOSED to be bad.

This is SUPPOSED to be me.

This is SUPPOSED to be you.

This is SUPPOSED to be us.

This IS open thoughts.

This IS closed doors but open windows.

This IS everything you want it to be.

This IS, Poetry.