When I look in the mirror.
What do I see?
It's clear,
I've been
sincerely,
viewing these dear streets
...
Check the picture scene
A liquor fiend
full of nicotine
and weed
with a grit that's mean,
yet logistics
seem crisp and clean.
A fit emcee,
picture me...
in the grey breeze
I'm giving the public
what they want,
and not what they need.
They don't want
to see a better me.
The world feeds off negative
people live to see
soul's temple bleed
inside this simple creed,
chained spiritually...
moving at minimal speed
and the pinnacle be
slow folk in the fast lane
switching up their last name
when socioeconomic class changes!
Bragging about their baggage,
as if that's a thing!
But that's dangerous...
and, that's a shame!
Folks blend bigger threats
than cancer,
so smoking cigarettes
become answers
in spots where it's hot
like the tropic of Cancer...
Young girls shake
like topless dancers...
Young boys
brake man's law
and take time off
ending up
thrown in the can, bruh...
Sore sights for the eyes,
if I've ever saw... Scandalous...
Body scans are rough, to fly...
Strip down and your pants are gone!
Just off a quick examination?
Actually it was an observation...
The way they pick out a perp is obviously hatred!
Agent Smiths in this Matrix
Assimilating and shapeshifting,
Gentrification?
Once you
give up your placement
Ya' house and home gone
So long to the stretch on your patience,
it's far gone, like a Drake album...
and Mo' law has me thinking
about nations
and NBA players braking ankles
and what they saying in barbershops
places where they talk a lot,
you can buy anything, and get a chop!
Skinny jeans with bootlegs
stay trapped by the cops!
And all they say is,
they 'running it up on the ops!'
All the while,
men crying on Facebook, we live to watch!
I don't eat at a diner, drive-in type spot...
The Black Guy Fieri...
I stay lit with the lights off!
My mirror image never takes time off!
Putting myself through a grinder...
I vary but my mind stays raw,
or is it war?!
Since we're living backwards...
They sounding off for their findings,
hard diamonds in the rough
or from the core of this the earth's crust...
I want my pie to eat it,
cornhusk grown all over this boring rustic scene...
I wish I could delete it!
Yet, history is in the memory, boo!
Truthfully...
I wanna make do of Halloween
and dress up with my queen, cool?
Nefertiti and this Egyptian goatee,
it's the King Tut in me, glowing!
Striking, the whole beam...
My guided light is inciting the whole thing...
'Sizzle lean!'
Outside smoking,
focusing
on my own being...
with Tupac on, 'Picture Me Rolling'...
...
When I look in the mirror.
What do I see?
It's clear,
I been,
sincerely,
viewing these dear streets...
About the Creator
El Poet
Subscribe, so I can provide something magical while striving to be autobiographical. For the life of me I shall not take a sabbatical. I'll keep writing these apical poems, as longs as it's fashionable to my passionate flow. Let's go!
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