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Jerry Wayne Lawrence

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.

  • Author: Broken Ankh (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 14th, 2022 01:31
  • Comment from author about the poem: The Stuffs Of Modern Day.
  • Category: Sad
  • Views: 13
  • Users favorite of this poem: L. B. Mek
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  • L. B. Mek

    '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!!!'

  • Jerry Wayne Lawrence

    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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