How You Feel? Poem by Cherokee Akan Ewe

knocking these courses out as usual and really ain't giving one cent to anyone...cause i bet you they would be complaining about this and that to their favorite politician and more righ? now when it comes to literary art who you gon complain too? to your gods or goddesses...oh to yourself...see while this Tome ain't meant for you obviously then why your genetics in these pages huh? cause if you ain't Akan and Ewe and Cherokee and relative who is about ours then don't worry ova here...yeah this is the story onground many of times when i go about walking to myself and they be like "oh you must in Accounting this or Law this or this or that..." i get tired of the gossip of somebody like this or that and you start to generalise people by areas and groups based on their conversation cause they are a Tome walking living and breathing seriously so what do any has to offer? nothing but hot air which can go str8 into a balloon up up up and away so yeah just do it....go talk about your butt or your penis or your dog or your cat or your friend or your house or your life or your wife or your gayness or your religion or your whatever...go! and that is how i feel with none of their emotion and that is live....yeah go talk about your racism...yeah go talk about your facism...yeah go talk about your communism and go talk about your foods and recipes...but you can't can you? cause you a busta to even your own life which is odd enough...picture that huh? they called themselves Poets and Poetess even estranged from their own lives...can't even talk and write proper of their own brevity about their own lives and in their own language now...we must be the greatest entertainment of their lives undiscovered(echoing) ...encore and touche!