On the corner

by kidheir   Apr 6, 2008

On the corner with my fist up screaming black power
cracking heads open & opening eyes to true passion.

street hustle, ghetto poet on the side of the road living for expression & that urban life that no one knows.

off the top of the dome no hook, all passion nothin written, pounding you in your ear drum trying to get you to listen.

watching days go and nights come watching those urban arts grow as if there taking steroids.

putting a price on those who try to escape what the white folks call hell.forced to comence our art at night cause if caught in day risk a life of enslavement

freedom of speech is limited to those of who u speak with like locke said show me a free man and ill show you his chains

so i stand on this corner with my fist up uniting our common bonds and freeing us of our common chains


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  • 8 years ago

    by Marina

    Reread this poem again recently still can't get over how much i love it

  • 10 years ago

    by Marina

    I love this poem all the way
    beat rhythm and style expressed
    the meaning strong =]

  • 10 years ago

    by brokenbutterfly

    I like your poem its unique...