When a man emerge
from the dark city streets
in search of light.
Getting away from ghetto
Past remain a tattoo
I have found a path too.
But the scars articulated in my face
Will always remind me where I was
yesterday.
So I remained humble too,
Knowing today life is harmful to
Someone. Under the street light.
Oct 8, 2017
Oct 8, 2017 at 3:59 AM UTC
When a man emerge
from the dark city streets
in search of light.
Getting away from ghetto
Past remain a tattoo
I have found a path too.
But the scars articulated in my face
Will always remind me where I was
yesterday.
So I remained humble too,
Knowing today life is harmful to
Someone. Under the street light.
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