Yes i am that corner
with the other local poets
spitting rhyms and lines
I am just listening the way these older timers
telling stories of great wars and great fame
I came harder than my younger poets
I but the fame i am not chasing
I love the corner
because it allows me
to grow
and hear how i can grow as a poet
Yes I love being black
I am not worried about changing my race
I LOVE WHO I AM
that is a little
but the corner is so full of magic
the lines we are trading its almost like
i am getting high
from these rhyms
MAN THESE WORDS ARE PURE
its not that fake poetry i been hearing
The corner is so full of activity
but i chill with the poets
not falling for those other games
but i love the way these poets spin their words and verbs
yes i live on the corner
I ever leave because i need that constant high
I can’t even walk away its so addictive
ONE POET said “LIFE IS A BITCH THAT BITES”
i guess i believe because i seen how life can
engulf my poems
but now the corner no longer stands!
SO WHERE DO I GO KNOW?
The corner
