A poem for you niggahs.
An amphibious lifestyle.
Floating in the Culture with no Paddle.
Dreaming Dreams
Seeing vision.
Moving Forward.
Leaping towards my goals.
Singing the Stories from the floor of the Atlantic ocean.
Saying what I Mean.
I was set on fire.
I didn't meet the criteria.
Boxed out of boxes.
The door closed multiple times.
I discovered capability.
I saw the Cat.
It was Talented.
It did Cartwheels
I'm one step closer to shielding myself from leaches.
I'm summarized and Synthesized.
I'm the book of revelation.
I sit in the valley of silence.
I've seen depression and whipped its ass back into space.
I am the revival.
I've got condos in you negros minds.
I seen death do deathly things.
Unexpected roses pollinate when no one is looking.
I looked at Theo and looked for it's ology.
I tapped, tapped, tapped to the tune of my own morale.
I found Love where it always was.
I dreamed dreams.
Saw Visions.
Even things Imagined.
Submitted to the wind when I really needed too.
I found me fully blossomed where no one expected me to be.
-submitted by a real niggah in Da year of our Lordt.
Life and Times of Zuogwi Earl.