Got Guts Enough

I try to seem coy about being annoyed, at the fact I feel my poetry gets lost in the noise/void, is the internet a giant abyss, I suck at turning my art into a business, barely anyone comments or shares, are my fans consumed by their fears, thought I'm super open and approachable, wish when it came to finding real love I was coachable, why am I never chosen, perhaps in the hip hop world I'm the token, so outspoken I'm tmi, can't be taken seriously always high, like that diminishes my talent, people want the bad boy thug not a gentleman who's clean-cut and valiant, while I'm begging for y'all to see and feel me, continuously overlooked cuz I'm not cocky or greedy, but believe me I'm deeply hurting, at the end of the day it appears I'm simply another boring "normal" person, not that special enough, but brilliantly resiliently tough with just passionately driven balls and guts!

Peace and 1,

Joe Conscious 

3/10/25