Hated by many... liked by some... loved by few. This is Me; the me you never took time to know. This is me. . . the one you always shoved around in high school because he didn't take your shit like all the others did. I'm hated by many, because the insults and discouragement that was placed on me, uplifted me to higher grounds. Hated by many, because the root of the anger towards me, was the seed that planted a victorious warrior in me. Hated by many because you thought I would never become anything, but yet, you're nothing and I'm making something outta' somethin you thought was nothing... So ain't that something?

I'm liked by some because I carry a mean streak, but still carry the urge to still speak. Liked by some, because I have the audacity to opinionate my views of the world through my eyes... whether it's wrong or right, real or unrealistc, my view will be thrown and smashed into your face. Respected by some, because I know how to say what I feel, feel what I say to say what I feel and feel what I say. You feel me? Liked by some, because though the bitch ass attitude of me stands out, you view my outside as a part of the world... one with the world. The same... one on one. Breathing. . . sweating... crying. Liked by some because I am the epitome of a real man - strong, bold in character, subtle in violence, but powerful in words.


Loved by few because I show them the best that I have to offer. Loved by few because deep inside the pits of my soul, they viewed the heart of a sincere and humble man. I carry the compassion to give... the lust for greatness and the encouragement of a conqueror. Loved by few, because beneath the Timberland boots and black tee's... you saw me for me... loved me for me... cherish me for me... Loved by few because, beneath the my bitch ass... beneath the harsh words. . . you see the soul of a humble man. The Diary of A Eloquist. . . The tapestry of A Revolutonized Man. You love me for me, because when I didn't love myself enough, you stepped in and took the part of nuturing my lost soul, and rejuvenating me back to par.


Now why am I not loved by more? Hated by less, and liked by the ones who hate me? You be the judge. Which one are you to me?