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I write my own stuff
With a plethora of pride;
I even confide in writing
When life gives me fluff.

I've started my journey;
Sooner or later,
I shall be happy;
It may be baby steps
But it is worth my time.

I respect my famous artists,
Especially the ones who persist
To this day as they insist
That we can do the same,
For not trying is a shame.

They came before me;
Their work is why I display deference
As I reference their names as inspiration.

They were once called crazy,
Even dehumanized,
Yet they realized there's no better way
Than to use every doubter
As inspiration for their ambitions,
Sending their haters to oblivion.

I've heard myself speak,
And I'm surprised nobody shrieked
At the sound of my voice;
How fortunate I am to not be bound
To as much hate as I foreseen!

My words are treats people will enjoy,
The very meat they shall consume,
For which I assume
To be a worthwhile show.

I shall turn my wins into reality,
I dream of a world I am praised
With everyone asking for papers
Laced with my signature,
For one day,
I shall I'll have throne,
One in which I sit alone
As I smile at my fans.