The other day a friend of mine found a post that read the top ___(cant really remember how many) reasons why Eminem should stop rapping. This was intriguing to me when I had the opportunity of watching his new music video "Not Afraid"./ i felt as though this piece was honest and despite his always loud voice that filled you with emotion he seemed to be at peace with himself. I love how he continuously pushes to break boundaries and keeps his story alive through his music despite the elephant in the room.He always seems to amuse me when he says "fuck you" and then tells everyone to hold his hand and he will lead the way. This song has literally given me the courage to stand up to someone.

Dear Past Life,

I have a heart like a firefly

Attracting mates with my bioluminescent

He likes it when I grow kryptonite colored mucus between my legs

I love heart glued to backbone

He loves broken

Rips veins from vertebrates

Now I love broken

Bent over back shot kind of love

Penetrating me like I’m Tivoli Garden

He wants to plant bloodshed in between my concrete opening

He loves like shell casings

Gun powder has fallen from this broken hymen

So he changes how he loves from time to time

No longer “Hey gyla bend over”

Now he says “Shorty when can I slip it in”

Some say I have too much hope

I can’t leave him alone

Want to rub him against my copper skin

As if he’s a dandelion trying to treat a permanent bee sting

He is the only man I can trust

Knowing that this isn’t love

But some game I play with my thoughts to fee beautiful

As I scatter to find freedom within the composition of my heart beat playing pain

It’s not his fault he doesn’t love universal

Once met a woman who showed too much affection

Now sex is a part of him

As if my vagina is Gaia

And he is the wag water river flowing through my veins

He is Adonis

With Zeus embroidered inward

He is perfect

And just a bit ruined

Rising from the junkyard with oil based ink on his fingertips

He wants to paint a black rainbow and the ceiling tonight

He wants to remind us that the dull things shine

I know what you may say if I tell you this bluntly

“Why sacrifice your temple for love?”

Maybe I will never find it

Now my vagina has become a certificate for love

Signed in Chlamydia

And I will never know what’s going on inside my body

Somewhere inside he is a part of me

Like how sex is a part of him

I was too busy loving
forgetting that love is a game of dialectics it works both ways
and I can’t seem to get all my thoughts into each stanza
Why a poet and not a Sergent
I want you to feel my pain
And im afraid that my words wont allow you to understand
Every ones has felt the prick of a needle
that’s what I’m feeling