Alexander Hamilton (Wolf)

How did an

apraxia, dyslexia, A.D.D ridden Kid,

pull off a written lid.

when no men want no kid to show them up especially,

a kid with disabilities,

like me

then I read, theirs a act in New York city

about to leave a legacy, a destiny cap on a revolutionary man, Alexander Hamilton.

then I thought, he sounds like me

I can be rare too, give me a shot, I promise not, I wont rot, I have more raw talent then America thought.

like he I can write, I can rhyme, with the best of them, 

I can type, I can find what people need to hear at that time.

I can be a statement, if God needs me to be...

be free like a wolf,

show the kids how to woof, rid the devil out of that Lit bush.

he's that kid, I'm that kid to Invent a poem and a song.

what the hell is that?

In fact a combination of a poem that means something than these same ole speechless songs,

I'm not a muppet or a puppet you can string up and wrong, I am a human being with a mind that thinks of a

poem and a song.

that also gives a rhythm for your ears and a tune

that will chill that doesn't kill your inspiration to do something that

shocks the unique

to come out of you.

are you through with the evil, crude, rude people, blocking and a bringing

the wolfs down to the moles level now.

when in the crowd

you'll see sheep's that try to reap the good out of you,find out who you are

The mole in the sheep crowd or the wolfs that don't take no shitnow if your no clown,

he's no clown, see him climb up to the clouds,

write his name upon where he want to be found.

into the history books he go,  you go,like Alexander Hamilton,

did not bow when he fell on the ground,he scrounged for everything he crowned and found.

when he was in heaven he yelled, Somebody gotta get me a phone.

this dude gotta be known he gotta be known,

he wrote endlessly, where no disabilities shall be alone. people shunned his work

until he worked his smirk into the history book. his work started to move mountains,

when he grooved, he gathered information, when people disapproved,

with his writing and rhyming,

he saw pies in the sky’s,

designed disguised by a starry Night

he wished upon with his little lively eyes.

he asked god plenty of times, all I want for my poemsongs, is to help people with disability's being wronged by the crude, rude People

and, when he wrote,

its like he stopped time,

he made every work shine the many doubters who was staring him down made them silent now,

every time he typed he rose

above the stereotypes defying everyone that don't feel the thrill,

I feel when rhyming and writing, I can do anything,

in my mind-a every kind of miracle

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cant find when you can’t rewind the opportunities, we both got to see

but you betcha believe I took advantage of that lottery, I got poetry.

I'm sorry, If you hate me

but,

man got shown up by a Disability.

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I have a gift gaven to me  from G.O.D 

to not whiff,

to give people a lift from their daily lives

but, I can not lie.

I can not rhyme if every time I finish with a Poemsong 

it just sits on my Website

and You G.O.D

I pray I stay fighting, keep on writing,

giving every line a spit and shining,

hoping one day,

I will be in New York city playing a revolutionary scene

like the act of Alexander Hamilton Left

and believed

in the daily grind like me, like him,

BEACON HILL believes to be Free

like a wolf in what you want to be.