Black Poetry : ~Background Vocals: A Soul On 3rd Street~

Mind~$oul said:

these honey brown eyes
blood shot deadly
face caged behind
a jagged goatee...
saturated in city debris
a smell of alcohol when
i open to breathe...
poet from the streets
forcing metaphors and multis
just to keep a few egos

i write what i live
**** the rest

from "cracks in the concrete.......' to that final verse...
i was with you...knowing that energy...feeling that energy
you got your name right...mind-$oul....the poem encompasses all of that


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