Graffiti Poem by Elle Jay E..

They look at it as vandilism
Then they must have an aneyursm
The talent the shades
of the colors that fade
as the days go away and make a year stay
The names that are signed
are worn and are defined
with stars and symbols of another language
no one can read
the letters all jagged
so no one can tell
the handwriting and signing
of all those kids that have gone through hell
only escape is painting on that dark concrete
and running from the siren shrieks
they feel like they have no say
in anything the world does today
their parents dont have the time
to listen to the kids rhyme
they gave up on the world
the world gave up on them
its all crumbling down
when they get caught with that stem
the first offense aint bad
but mixed with a graffiti charge
the first offense isnt rad
mixed with all those charred stars
the feelings paint on train cars
and go through different towns
so all around the world they can hear the story of now
and fifty years from now
when that kids shot dead in the dark
they can still hear the nosie
of the spray paint and those sparks