Gone. Gunshot. Now. I Know I'm Dying.
Lying 2, My God, Forbidden.
Darquen After Darquen, My Life Slipping Away.
Payaday!, Was A Fluke. I Knew She Knew & Thought I Was Ready If She Told. I Wasn't.
Opulent Dayz 'N Nightz Of Hell Ending.
Crying? No. Regretting? No. No Arguing With This 'Hood Of My Ghetto.
Slow...Slow Motion, Getting 2 The Real Hell Without The Tripping.
Remembering Wanda & Jena, Loving Them Was Something. I'm Smiling @ Them Both: My Baby Mama's, 3 Kids Each.
Search My Soul Over & Over, Reaper & C, I Ain't That Bad.
Glad Enough Now That I'm Through. I Put N Work Trying 2 B The Don.
Done N. Done. It's All A Part Of Being On.
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Author:
Broken Ankh (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: April 14th, 2022 01:31
- Comment from author about the poem: The Stuffs Of Modern Day.
- Category: Sad
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Comments2
'Slow...Slow Motion, Getting 2 The Real Hell Without The Tripping.'
(found your words
to be such a cathartic read
and then my feeble reply
exploded from somewhere
its been brooding, deep within
thank you! dear Poet
stay true,
stay brave,
stay Awesome!)
'and on, rolled and roughed up
sliced and laughed out of life's park
standing on those Warfield, corners
roadside, drive-by shootouts
as everyday
conversation topics, ice breakers
of first dates
'you knew, who'
'nah, I knew who from last week's
body bag, counts'
yeah, that grim street reality
only worthy of bulletins
when news of the world
is too placid..
yeah
we're 'Put on'
made to dance, to a tune
that caged our hereditary lines
smile and say our P's and Q's
thankful
for the freedom we're afforded
like, here
children, seek your sky's
yeah, I know Truman sets
be the scope in our city limits
but hey, here
it's safe - they claim
we can grab a burger for a dollar
and smoke all we want
as long as we keep it all
grimy and downtown, aside
our bullet frenzy, reality..
(and we're supposed to be shocked
at war scenes on our screens
F'ckrs!
there's more Blood of our kin
on our F'cking STREETS!)
and on...
onwards, On
heading ever south, while climbing our hills of life
and on!!!'
My Friend & Fellow Poet, I'm N The Spirit Again 4 Having Been Able 2 Touch U So Deeply. The Things We Say While We Live Where We Live. Your Response Is The Dopest Indeed. lol
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