I certainly wouldn't be writing the way I do now if I hadn't written the way I did then.
Admit your most overused adjective.
I've never been keen on repeating myself. I didn't get far in the slam poetry scene because I refused to write the same poem over and over with different words the way the slam devas did however, I've spent an embarrassing amount of time finding ways to not use the word "sweet".
Sweet smile? Welcoming lips. Sweet sorrow? Beckoning anguish. Sweet nothings? Empty whispers of passion. Sweet tea? Fucking disgusting.
Sweet, Faggot? Mo' like Minced Meat Maggot. Sweet, like an Apple, Fallen from a Tree, Cider to ferment, without Concession, nor Consent Fruits Drop without reason or Rhyme Niggaz like you accuse me of making Guacamole without a hint of Lime.