Bad a poem
Bad like the color black
My sassiness knows no boundaries
Beware friend if you have
A fear of being burned
I am like the sun that rises above the earth
Hot in every way
Can you feel the heat of my words?
Does it touch or move the core of your mind
or better yet your soul?
My badness is worth more than your diamonds
I am the free spirit in which knowledge flows
Open your mind
Take it all in
Because badness can be good when it serves the common man
Do you hear its message or
have you failed to understand?