This is for the blacksmiths and wordsmiths who get sharper every time they get burnt To the poets and the waves who deliver a new message every time they break To the writers and bullets who know the difference between a trigger and a twitch between hitting a bulls-eye and writing some bullsh** Because this here is my only stability in the weaving of fragilities in the simplicity of the pad and a pen in the pursuit of the baddest of gems And I've been iambic pentameter since before Homer wrote the Iliad Us poets have had no bread since before it was cool to be a celiac We don't care though it pays us back ten fold we make origami with every note that we wrote and then sold And I remember when they told me that spoken word poetry was a mistake now my whole life is like an acapella mixtape I hear they're biting my style but I don ́t hate I just count the bit rate Besides I can't remember half of what I've written of late so if you steal my sh** I'll probably just think your sh**'s great or hate on it since I get better with every page honored keep improving with every great sonnet that I've made - honest And they keep telling us that spoken word isn't real poetry but our poetry makes their poetry taste like aeroplane food It's Shelley and Keats but in the belly of the beast It's Rumi mixed with Tupac and Tumi and if you think spoken word has ruined poetry you can tell the dust on your bookshelf to go sue me This is knowledge with no ledge deadlines with no dead it k**s with no red leaves ink stains instead And in every paragraph are my battle scars in every line is my lineage in every sentence are my descendants and my independence is in the pen dance I'd like to send a shout out to my full stops for helping me get to the point To my crossed T's and dotted I's for making me feel complete Big ups to my commas it's been an honor to pause and take some time with you To my inverted commas it's been good to get a “little more high with you” To my exclamations and questions for helping me leave a mark To my brackets for lending half of my sentence a jacket To all of my punctuations for making sure I arrive on time But especially tο my colon for letting me know the difference between hitting a bulls-eye and writing some bullsh**.