Rise Our Development Of Resources Poem by Curtis Mosby

The body we were promise along with the blood.
I share no thought of untruthful facts covered in mud.
This bondage shelter only our bones.
We grow weak with every peak they grow strong.
Surrounded by flies I have eye's that see the suffering
and feel the hunger of the moaning in a child stomach.
Limited is our words forgotten in the midst of life.
Can we do what right for a change.
Consider me equal in equality, a mirror in which
we all see each other heart.
I have walk this long road as if it was a mountain.
No sign but for a chance to make good.
Though were lost in the hood many of those,
can be raised and you will find an innocent boy scared.
In the times of these days nothing appear to be what it seems.
I shed tears in the night because my nightmare are dreams.
I fear tommorrow a break is yet to come.
Left overs are sweet bread crumbs waiting on the
bottom feeders.
I am a reader of freedom and self righteous within these different
courses.
I only long to see one day that they rise our development of
resources.