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Note to AB by Amiri Baraka

I became a poet
Because everything
Beautiful seemed
"Poetic" to me
I thought there were things
I didn't understand
That wd make the world
Poetry. I felt I knew
Who I was but had to
Struggle, to catch up
W/ my self.
Now I do see me
Sometimes, a few worlds
Ahead,& I speed up,then,
Put my head down,
Stretch my stride out
& dig
There me go, I scat&
Sing,there me go.