I really preciate da luv fam, here goes... My soul plundered 6 feet under and my ora separated but my words reparated the loses before the masses i showed my *** and realized just like glass i broke and when it soaked in like thieves poetry broke in and vandalized the place gave this name a face and muttered the words Lazerith and I rised and fed my mind the food i needed to survive this poet's death i revise this poet's death i revise above the lies from those who sd she'll never make it who sd no matter what it takes we'll break her until we fake her into believing that there is no 2nd birth but I evolved from this earth to a higher being the being the beginning the end of losing yet winning in a race to reach the finish line I'ma finish mine please believe I'ma finish mine Awhile back my car was stolen, and inside all my earlier work and treasured thoughts. I can't describe how hurt I was and still am, not about the car but my poetry, some verses, and books. I thought there was not point to continue, i.e. my death, but a starving poet dropped a little encouragement in my ear and this is the 1st piece I wrote following that drama, that's why it is so close to my heart. How can I use the spoken word forum so you'll could here this piece?