Big Cities Breathe Poem by Aziz Baako

Big cities have a reputation of upholding
A miserable history.
The mystery about them is they could
Hold a man’s heart stone cold.
No matter how bold or old.

Cities breed slums son,
The bigger they are the
Greater their tragedies.
And in their heart, men strategize
To make ends meet.
Life is too fast to consider
The commandments

The City walls have Literati’s
Art work of Graffiti,
Praising gun bungers
On the number of times they elude
Death narrowly.
Boys are constantly in baggy
Pants which were a necessity
Yesterday
But fashion today.

“Enye wo krom, inti wo kwa
bra fie”.

But trust me those brothers hustle
Their way to battle
Segregation.
Our people call
Them acartta;
(THE WILD ANIMAL)
Writers have written
About them,
Don’t take it for a fake
Harsh verbs penetrate
Every of their poetic lines.
They have numerous
Boast in several
Of their hip hop albums
Describing their heroism,
Their financial empowerment,
And the hustles of becoming.

“Wo kwa eya kai fie.”

Weak minds don't understand.
Benny Eggs had the key.
It is also known as the Vega
Of Henry's “The Last Leaf”.

Men ko di agro wo ho. Ye ajuma.

Then Freedom hopped into a taxi
With his bag around his neck
And his baggy jeans in full effect
Dreaming of how he would hustle
His way in New York City.