Hid amid the insipid and decrepit corners of cities where those who some would normally pity lies earth born stars.
Somewhere in institutions brought there by life or death solutions trees are asphyxiated by unnatural pollution.
Down where confusion has often plummeted into destitution I hear the rumblings of revolution.
Colossal billboards of wealthy idealistic whores symbolize the closed doors to many of our brother and sisters.
Just outside where calloused hands and blistered feet bleed to eat and famine separate the dead from the weak there is a hopeful leak.
A tiny voice has made the choice to speak, despite an outlook many would call bleak.
In a classroom where the popular kids throw shadows of gloom trying to mark an early tomb for the odd ones who think roses rise above the cess pole of stink.
Some how that chubby nigger has a soul a little bigger than the barrel pointing at him from indoctrination's trigger.
I breathe, perceive, weave without the need to deceive and somehow achieve another day to be alive.
I envision my multiple ends ignore these fools' trends.
They huff and puff I sway as long is the day and yes I bend.
All of these things affect me, I cannot pretend, it would be easy to descend into the abyss of bliss the cold kiss a razor nearly brought to me 5 years ago.
But I have not finished growing amidst harsh winds of change blowing knowing that somewhere in the harshest climates the debate of fates does not wait.
Some one like me is crawling, scratching, sprawling, dispatching yes I care to dare say snatching victory from the salivating jaws of defeat. Substance grows from the leftovers and crumbs, what people some times call scum in the fields rich people call slums.
Yes the mother fuckers, the ones the in-crowd hates no longer feel the need to wait as fear quickly dissipates while we boldly kick open those locked doors to say
"Here we are, no longer to be ignored!"
