Black Poetry : sidewalks

Discussion in 'Black Poetry - Get Your Flow On!' started by thespokesman, Sep 12, 2003.

  1. thespokesman

    thespokesman Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    Sidewalks

    Inside my mind, tell me am I blind
    If I come home too late, mama whoop my behind
    But I see bodies lying, dreams go undefined
    My sidewalk is decorated by a promenade of chalk lines

    My friends deceitful and women trying to take mine
    How can you take from a man, something he trying to find
    Children’s not knowing their future, every step is a land mine
    So innocent but guilty in due time

    Like items in stores, souls are misplaced
    One day you seen him, now he’s been erased
    Blessed with the gift of track, now he’s getting chased
    So curious, such reluctance to find a taste

    Pop a trunk as I drive by and I just look at a face
    Looks like mine but he’s drives a shopping cart, my face
    On the porch braiding hair, pain inside like tight braids, my face
    Memories of my face and me standing in line, facing thee



    copyright daniel davis 2003
     
  2. true love

    true love Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    very nice...very deep. loved this one.
     
  3. MzBlkAngel

    MzBlkAngel Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    this was deep
    kep this flow
    tight good read