Poetry Corner: Pride

A delusional quality masking all sense of reality,

Laymen’s terms fuck it let it ride.

To the hood/street niggas the equivalent of not pulling out justification,

She knew the risk we was fucking raw.

The hallucinations of your back against the wall,

The enemy closing in to bold to ask for help,

So it’s nobody by your side.

Often saw as a trait of strength,

But as a success,

One day you’ll find out only the rise of highest height is before the elusive fall.