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To some
He’s born
On the wrong
part of the world

To others he’s above
Prime amidst the odds
Intelligencial murr
Diamond in the ruff
A young god
Or more

To some
He’s nut
Who knows not
What is right and what is wrong
Opposite wise;  probably curse
By the gods

To others he’s just a dude
From the hood
Who walk around with fade blue hat
On stitch rag and sewed bag
Striving; even with his bruised heart
Trying to rebuild his confused path

To some
He’s a dawg
Who dresses poor
Whose sense is bore
Whose thought needs cure
A piece of junk
Lilly-knight of the lost

To others he’s tore
Been through a lot
Take a trip to his world
Through his sea and shore
You wont make it back bros

To some he’s dumb
Somewhat numb
Fault
Paralysically not
Senserable to hurt
*
But for real; he’s just a boy
Who doesn’t need to be judge
For what he is or not
Can’t you see his strug'
He’s just a boy from the slum
Trying to make it to the top
Grace Thaba Jun 2019
When it gets too much and I feel like giving up, I remember why I started in the first place
Remember how I crossed boundaries for this
I used to skip class and catch rides with strangers for this
Broke mama's heart and papa's trust on the way
Broke a couple church rules,I became a mess everyday
Did  it Just so I could fill the empty void in my heart
Did it just so I can start counting checks not test marks
Pat Villaceran Jun 2019
I am awake.


Blood's rushing through
My eyes
They make me whole
I was in deep, deep


Deep slumber, but

The sunlight'***** me and
I'm going home

To New York
Where beasts are made
And fantasies come bearing

gifts and utter losses, but
it's exactly why we thrive

We **** heads and shout at peace
The traffic at 45th street
hot dog stands filled with dreams
Lonely writer in her sweats

Coffee shops and yoga pants
people who live in zombie land

But, don't you worry my dear
New York
I'm awake now
Lemme hear you roar
Krystle OBrien Apr 2019
Lights, noise, traffic
Never quite, never dull
Always on the move

The hustle and bustle
With never ending chatter
Knowing it has something to prove

I feel the city vibes
Move thorough my bones
As they shake and rattle

We are all on a path
Going different directions
Fighting our own battles

Millions of people
Just as many cars
Streets full and packed

Thousands on transit
Travel without a seat
Jammed in until stacked

For this is the big city
And it never stops
StoryTallinn Mar 2019
Until the sun rise
I will be my own light
Until the cloud disappear
I will be my own sun

I have lost a battle
Not the war
Sorry but...
White flags do not belong in my backpack

Steps after steps
Miles after miles
This was not supposed to be a sprint
But a marathon
Desire Feb 2019
"Excuse me ladies
and gentlemen, sorry
for the interruption..."

@desire.is.dope
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