Look at what I became,
I guess things will never be the same,
I even forgot my name.
I don’t know what to blame.
Some say it’s greed and desperation for fame
but to me that’s a shame.

I became a poet because of the way I feel.
I heard my head spinning words like a reel
and moving forward like a wagon wheel.
I became a poet the day I learnt to kneel.

I humbled myself and prayed for the good,
now I’m called the chef of heart and soul food.
I hope my lines are understood,
I hope my verses gives you the right mood.