Poems About the Environment
Street UniversityMath’s- money making ability
Bastard son, raised by the streets with Thugs, Drugs and Guns Writing Poetry to paint a picture of my life
You and I originate from the same place Seen the hungry and the poor Close to touching death's face
I forever hold a piece of memory A single film that brings me back I said to the sun Show me your light
Whispers from the Abyß Posted on November 11, 2017 Opera Rülë Zërœ A Modassic Classic
I believe that maturity is not an outgrowing, but a growing up: that an adult is not a dead child, but a child who survived.
As I stare into the mirror, I see a reflection, but the face that stares back at me is not my own, it’s the face of mankind looking strai
Reuse! Reuse makes sense. It repurposes waste, Which includes both plastic and ink. Reuse!
Cycle! Recycle, man! Do not throw away stuff. Used items can become new ones. Cycle!