On the rooftop,
60 flights removed
From my ni##uh woes
Searching the streets below...
I am free to exhale
And savor the salt,
Freeze and possibilities
Of the evening breeze
Or jump...
Without prejudice
Or trepidation,
I breathe...
And dream a scene surreal
On the canvas of my immigrant mind
Where hope is an eagle
That ever flies
She soars o'er profiles of pain
Unfazed by chains of color
And crass
She is my die cast
On destiny's carousel
And I shall ever be
A dreamer...
A life worth saving...
On the rooftop
60 flights removed
From my ni##uh woes
Frisking the streets below....
~ P
(#NigguhWoes)
12/26/2014
Dec 26, 2014
Dec 26, 2014 at 4:57 AM UTC
On the rooftop,
60 flights removed
From my ni##uh woes
Searching the streets below...
I am free to exhale
And savor the salt,
Freeze and possibilities
Of the evening breeze
Or jump...
Without prejudice
Or trepidation,
I breathe...
And dream a scene surreal
On the canvas of my immigrant mind
Where hope is an eagle
That ever flies
She soars o'er profiles of pain
Unfazed by chains of color
And crass
She is my die cast
On destiny's carousel
And I shall ever be
A dreamer...
A life worth saving...
On the rooftop
60 flights removed
From my ni##uh woes
Frisking the streets below....
~ P
(#NigguhWoes)
12/26/2014
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