Highways and Byways...

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’…  

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nightlight1220's picture

Awesome as you are,

Awesome as you are, SCP!!!


...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. "