housekeeping // superman

sidenote:

hey world. i know of a few people [and probably a few more] who started reading my blog. that's cool and all, but real talk - it's not all going to be poetry, or rhyme, or even make any damn sense. it's just an outlet. which yall are welcome to read but, as ms badu says, i'm an artist and i'm sensitive about my shit.

that being said, here's a blog full of poems and worthy of reading : illuminatemics.blogspot.com
this is my dude nate's blog. he's a freshman at vandy, he's from the chi [lame, but still], and he's been on a different level as of late so checkemout.


and with all the housekeeping out of the way, here's today's piece:



superman

i feel like i've always called you that because
you seem to do it all
go to class
stay AWAKE eat balanced meals
have the audacity to work out every day
do all of your school work and still had the time
to get some coffee and kick it with me.

i can't figure out where you hide your cape
or what telephone booth you change in but
you've saved me time and time again and
i want to repay you in the best
and worst
way

and i don't usually believe in superheroes
any nigga wearing spandex is not my cup of tea
but i've seen you in action, and
damn
sometimes seeing is believing