I spit metaphors and similes,
Nouns and verbs.
I spit these words
For the hood and the burbs.
I speak light in the darkness that surrounds me:
Surrounded by drugs, gunshots and poverty.
Hope is still in the air
Because God is apart of me.
I'm no hero, but I got the hero within
In the midst of all the sin.
I still hold on to my mission
Even when others aren't wit it.
I got Lyrical power in these bones,
Everyday I write these poems
To show my passion in using spoken words
In hopes to be a voice to the unheard.
Youtube, Facebook, Instagram, and Snapchat
Is what I use to tell my story
Through the form of poetry
In hopes that God gets the glory.
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