When I am at home plate…
I aim to send a message.
I do not condone,
A weaking of my fate.
With a static that is ‘rapped’.
I’ve waited too long,
To correct many wrongs.
Those of which…
A stagnation was pitched.
To find me in a pity.
Lost in a deep darkened ditch.
I come out swinging!
I don’t need a damn bat.
When I am at home plate…
I aim to send a message.
I do not condone,
A weaking of my fate.
With a static that is ‘rapped’.
Nor do I need a pat on my back.
From those who choose to use deception…
As a means to expose my imperfections.
I was the first,
To recognize my blemishes and flaws.
Now I stand at bat.
To hit homeruns,
And dropp disparaging jaws in awe!
I come out swinging!
I don’t need a damn bat.
When I am at home plate…
I aim to send a message.
I do not condone,
A weaking of my fate.
With a static that is ‘rapped’.
Or give attention to shallow attempts
To mar my presence…
As one less honorable,
Than the one I’ve been blessed…
With a gratefulness to create.
And strengthened by obstacles that test,
By those who believed my abilities fake.
‘Stand back fools.
You seek to dim my natural light.
Okay…
Give me what you’ve got!
But never make attempts again…
To keep my journey blocked,
With your nonsense and foolish whims.
About ‘that’…
I am not!
I am about business.
My business!
Call this vanity if you wish.
Whatever the time you have to waste to do it…
Do it!
And be dismissed,
And quick! ‘