Black Poetry : Coming Of Age

[MoDoe]

sippin on something at work and had to put this piece i wrote

I cant see
Seems to be a relapse betweeen a win and loss
yet I am in the senile middle
losing my mind like the fatherless seed I be
unable to utilize all this manhood under my hoody so I cover my eyes...
the sting of the pasts' past things have delegate me kurupted
bugged 4 the future and jaded today
raised hair on my arms encourage my nerves to move
-and so i do-
ripping away scabs and scars for beautiful brown growth
-OH how i love thee-
though warn, never brokin nor hopeless
this boy does breathe freshness once every new harvest
and taste the sweet of rain...
the new beginning
the comming of age

 

[sweet apple*pie]

hey Mondoe....yea, bro....the taste of sweet rain....and sweet beginings...
makes me wanna know more about the man under the hoodie

welcome!

 

[$$RICH$$]

tyte write ..........flow head

 

[4EVERLUV]

MoDoe:
Nice drop. Flo on poet.

 

[MoDoe]

thank ya'll 4 the replies