Thru Highways and Biways
I make it thru my day, Fresno
the city that I roam,
Cali home grown purple flowers
in my veins, don't be mislead
many homeless in the streets looking
for a meal ticket, while I make
mine, others are looking for crumbs.
Invest in friends and family keep
the mind right, straight flight
conquer your dreams into reality,
lend a hand to your
brotheren' in every color and
race, don't pretend to be a friend,
if you don't understand me;
stare at the person in the mirror
and see if you can recognize your face..
I lace my words with ambition,
let loose over the microphone like
my intuition, my fusion,
don’t get it confused,
in my lifetime I’ve had many
to muse,…but you see this is my fuse,
metaphorically speaking to the masses.
I got my degree, thru’ sacrifice,
classes in the late night…
so believe me, I’m proud of it ‘G’…
Awesome as you are,
Awesome as you are, SCP!!!
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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "