Black Poetry : Front Street

[1poetsought]

Someone wants to impress you
fronting like Malcolm X boo
all but a select few
know the truth
I speak to...

Front Street don't alarm you
tooting horns with volume
playing mister wizard
electoral college

Candidly
I speak free
scandalous it may be
someone dark and lovely
envious of the microphone

Dope
is but a sore throat

Hope
won't float a showboat

Walking
on the water ~
Front Street overflowing


Darryl Abdu Omari
a.k.a. 1poetsought ~ deep too

 

[candeesweet]

A little bird told me:
Seeing the way to stay the same
Happily
Sometimes too steadfastedly
Then, viewing the near to dealths also
Involving fame & Danger
Learned the lessons of still purpose
Some thangs when not about you
Usually involves some type of you shaming
Others
Not seeing their, unassuming by you, ways
Realizing it don't matter where
You move the verb
Actions always speak 4 ur own words.
Necessarily or Unnecessarily