Mind & Matter
If literature is the memory of humanity,
then poetry must be our dreams.
Our ballads help us through the insanity
called life by being like sleep,
refreshing our minds yet mystic.
No matter which side brings the bomb’s red flare
or has different skin,
singing hymns is a characteristic,
we all share.
To be a poet, you have to stay real to you.
It’s tempting to choose identities that don’t have your views,
but hiding behind a false entity will only chill your inner fire.
To create verses that will inspire, you have to be like a laid sprout.
you must be open to receive droughts of doubt,
and embrace your inner fire’s sunlight when it shines over your face,
after enduring the raindrops of pain from others disdain.
Every sprout, including mine, comes from a seed.
The messages are carried around like pollen from the bees.
The rose that grew from the concrete, Tupac
and the fruit of the Compton streets, K-dot,
opened my eyes to see that hip-hop,
is spoken poetry that, like an eyedrop,
clears my vision to realize the problems of society.
Throughout my spiritual journey,
I have cleansed my mental eyes by meditating deeply.
While focusing on the elements inside of me,
gaining insight every evening passing by me,
I grew an appreciation for nature’s simplicity.
Yin and yang sang a ditty that sounded more alluring,
than the puffing clangs of the gritty city.
I began expressing my admiration for nature through poetry,
writing verses powered by hip hop’s rhythm and rhyme,
expressing the issues and sights occurring around me,
hoping to preserve the artform until the end of time.