Let's see where these words take me
Head bopping to the beat
Where are my manners
My apologies
I'm Mel Chanté
And no my name isn't Melody
But it would be fitting
The way I squeeze into these schemes
Sort of like Ginuwine sang about
Squeezing into those jeans
Or the way God sewed glory
On the inseams of my genes
You can always peep the patchwork
Of a being that beams
Anyway
My first name is Melysa
Shout outs to my Pops
Who gave it to me
I miss ya, dearly
I can see it clearly now
The rain is gone
And I can see the sun
Up in the clouds
Wow, every time I think
About my Momma, I smile
All she's overcame
Triumphing over trials
And even though
I don't always show it
She's my biggest inspiration
I need her to know it
Everything I did
She was the first to support it
Even hyped me when I told her
I wanted to be a poet
There I was
11 Years-old
Submitting a poem
Back when we
Disconnected the phone
In order for
Internet Explorer to load
Who would've known
That I would win first place
She said "Good job baby"
Printed it and put it in a frame
Planting the seed
That I can do anything in my brain
So I plant the same seeds
Every time I'm on stage
So I plant the same seeds
Every time I'm on stage
So I plant the same seeds
Every time I'm on stage
So I plant the same seeds
Every time I'm on stage
So I plant the same seeds
Every time I'm on stage
So I plant the same seeds
Every time I'm on stage
So I plant the same seeds
Every time I'm on stage
So I plant the same seeds
Every time I'm on stage