My name stings people
What do they know about me?
Tried to trash my name
because their own soul is trash
Still, what do they know about me?
They’re seeking some reaction
for petty personal satisfaction
But what do they know about me?
Drugs and drama are what they seek
Envy seeps from their seems they leak
Reaping in what they will sow
they are sure to see
Yet, what do they know about me?
The person they really don’t know
is themselves
Into their own self hatred they delve
I’m still waiting to know
what it is they think they know about me
You all that speak foul on my name
Rest assured you’re all the pitiful shame
I’m glad I still make you talk
You’re sour you can’t walk my walk
Just know I’ll never care
what it is you think of me
You’re always forever below my feet
Still waiting to know
What the fuck it is they know about me ?
Poetry
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There’s a lot of power in your words, and I love the self-confidence that grows in strength as the poem goes on. I’ve never gotten flack for my name, but I know that people tend to stick their noses and opinions where they don’t belong. They’re likely all just dealing with their own problems and want to release the pent-up spite, but that doesn’t give them any right to take it out on other people.