"I Am"

I am The Ghetto Revolutionary Poet

I wonder in opaque, what’s it gotta take to attain the ingrain of my neighborhood

I hear boom, then crash, the shattering of glass

I see the constant uproar in the streets that come with war which brings a flood made of blood

I am The Ghetto Revolutionary Poet

I pretend I don’t hear what they’re saying, sayin’ that I’m strayin’, society’s frayin’ from these hoodlum games I’ve been playing

I feel the spiritual anguish and deprivation of my people waiting in isolation for their salvation

I touch the intangible hoping to make it all manageable

I worry for my people out there living in the hood trying to maintain when it’s all just in vain

I cry for those who suffer in the streets, whether it be fiends or the homeless just trying to make ends meet

I am The Ghetto Revolutionary Poet

I understand all the complexities, necessities, and obscenities of this unfortunate lifestyle        

I say what’s on my mind with, yet may I say again, spiritual anguish and critical language

I dream that one day we will esteem the disesteemed, and although it may seem as just a simple dream, I will make this dream reign supreme

I try to stay out of trouble on the daily because the consequences is deadly  

I hope that y'all understand and help fix the deppreviaties and mortalities of my home as I do, because yes...

I am The Ghetto Revolutionary Poet