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.
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