Poetry Corner: Prolific

We suffer from gun violence and police brutality,

So PTSD and prescription drugs are the government’s therapy for our reality.

Born and raised in the ghetto,

The struggle is a blessing,

Humbly building yourself up,

Becoming something more than their label of nothing.

Against all odds the outlier becoming a success,

Despite all the stress seeing everyone and everything around you look a mess,

You are a rare commodity.

Nightmares of failure makes the dream stellar,

To your surprise all it takes is focus and drive,

Biological make up of a king not that ole derogatory ‘N’ word synonym.