THE BOY WHO SPOKE IN RHYMES By King of Rhymes 👑

Once upon a rhythm, there was a boy who didn’t speak like others.

When people talked, he rhymed.

When they asked him questions, he answered in verses.

To him, every word had a melody, and every silence had a beat.

They laughed at him sometimes, said he was strange, said he was “too deep.”

But the boy knew something they didn’t:

that the world listens differently when words dance.

He wrote poems on walls, on notebooks, on his own hands when no paper was near.

Not for fame, not for likes, but because words were his heartbeat.

Each rhyme he spoke was a way to heal, a way to dream, a way to breathe.

But one day, life got loud.

Dreams grew quiet.

And the boy, now a man, stopped rhyming.

He worked, he hustled, he tried to fit in.

The same world that once laughed at him now demanded silence.

And for a while… he obeyed.

Until one night, he found one of his old notebooks, dusty, forgotten,

filled with words that burned brighter than fire.

As he read them, something inside him cracked open

not pain, but power.

His voice, buried for years, found its echo again.

And just like that…

the boy who spoke in rhymes returned.

But this time, he didn’t rhyme for applause.

He rhymed for truth.

He rhymed for the child inside him who never stopped believing.

He rhymed because words are eternal, and purpose never dies.

Now, they call him a King.

Not because he wears a crown,

but because he earned one

with every line that carried his soul.

👑 Still rhyming. Still reigning. Still royal.

— ✍🏽 King of Rhymes