I Rise (to the challenge)

I WRITE

You may write me down in history

With your bitter, twisted lies,

You may try your best to parody me

But still, without fuss, I write.

Does my sassiness perplex you?

Why do you reset this poem

’Cause I write like I own ink wells?

All of them, and you cant use ’em!

Just like morons and like puns,

Your the satire of having tried,

Just like hopes your effort aims too high,

Its Still my write.

Did you want to make me token?

Abridged, unread or lower my rhymes?

Should your failing drown in teardrops,

We can all see your conquered cries.

Does my pure prowess offend you?

Don’t, you make it way too hard,

’Cause I last like I’ve got the times

Dangling on my every word.

May take a shot at me with your words,

You may cut and paste my two lines,

Be killing me with your tactlessness,

But still, youll dare to write.

Do my linguistic skills upset you?

Dont act like you surmise

That I draft like Its not rough

Words in pen and do it right?

Out of the Lit of history’s hall o fame

My write

It is a piece that’s rooted in brains

Through time

I’m a black icon, sweeping ,

Compelling and unquelled I barely try

Leaving behind flights of readers in chills

I write

Into a pagebrake with words clear

I write

Bringing the gifts that my teachers gave,

I am supreme and dope, i slay. Cause

I write

I write

I write .

Maya Angelou is as supremely talented as she is passionate and I’ve written this butchering of her masterpiece from the view of her mockingly calling me out for not doing it justice.