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Life In The Bricks


I shut my eyes and all my mental thoughts that flow become superficial... A process that brings me back down to my very own sanity where I visualize on my reality... And who ever said that the streets weren't meant to be mean, has never gotten a dose of shots ringing on murder scenes... But growing up in the bricks where chicks turning tricks just to relinquish their feelings of fiends... Where all my brother keepers gather to reminisce in peace looking for answers on why our brother got lost to the streets... People come and go everyday especially in the hood where thugs play, fighting for streets that will never be theirs, but they fight for reverence so they really don't care... And getting a job for them has proven to be less important, they rather sit in corners with the possibility of getting their chest split wide open... Society under one nation, bloodshed thugs under one declaration, code of honor due to democracy where silent wars rule our city streets... For if peace would ever walk among us would all this negative mentality seize to exist, uniting us all in empathy...
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Iz Da Realist Poet

Raised in the midst of a housing complex was never an easy task for IzyC. For as long as Ismael Cruz, Jr. can remember, he has always used his artistic abilities to escape into a fantasy realm. His parents tried their best to give him some form of serenity within their household, even if his rebellious side kept telling him he did not fit in. Being around a violent drug-filled community was a survival within its own where most of the friends you once knew were buried in dirt at such an early age. Even as a child Ismael has always dreamt of a peaceful place where a hammock and watching the sun settle in the horizon was the vision, his story was far from what he would dream of, unfortunately. Ismael was raised into a man who has seen, felt, struggled and endured heart-breaking pain. He has fought without ever giving up an inch for his own beliefs setting himself free from shattered visions. He has written Diary of Poems to express feelings and experiences in the life he has seen. He continues to reach hoping to someday teach others of the positives life can have in the negatives thrown in our direction daily. Certainly hoping these realistic writings would make a difference to you as it has done for him.

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