Ivan Brooks Sr
Ivan Brooks Sr Poems
|84.||Darkroom Of My Mind||6/7/2017|
|85.||I Am Mama Africa||6/2/2017|
|88.||I'm On Fire||2/7/2016|
|89.||Blessed Beyond Measures||2/7/2015|
|90.||My Dues Are Paid||6/7/2017|
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My Dues Are Paid
I came directly from through the ranks
All my dues paid, my homage to life
To my God alone all my humble thanks
For bread I slice with prayer knife.
I came strictly from my very own hood
All of my dues I paid through my strife
To mama dear for prayers and our food
For all she sacrificed to save my life.
I came humbly from a very blessed home
All my dues are paid through my chores
To charity, It said take and leave some
For all I learned I am beyond my shores.
I came strongly ready to join the hustle
My dues paid with my years of ...
The Old Professor
I once saw a tired old professor walking.
Nobody had to say to me he was suffering,
I lack sage but had strength to help him.
Shaking and slow his legs were now so Lim,
He was so Pinned down by some of his books.
Son these may seem heavy by the very looks,
knowledge is weightless leave it all to me.
As I turned to go, my life was never the same.