Only in my dreams
will we meet up again
drag our feet through the beaches sand
stretch our shadows out toward the sunset
...
Why i have to be born?
birthed in the middle of a stubborn war
when i was about three or four
my moms hit me on top of my head
...
the first tears that flood my eyes
burns and blurs my vision
not that i want to see what i just saw
my head starts to throb
...
For my dream man
to my dream guy
for the man that dances in my dreams dilated eyes
to the guy that's dilated in my dreams
...
Only to day
will you remember me
only to day will i stain you memory
like tear drops that fall and leave tracks showing where they've been
...
puffy eyes
smoke out
the homies getting burnt out
if they're not dying in the streets
...
i close my eyes
and then i try
but i
forget why
...
(my funny fun poem)
Dust coats
my clouded out rooted to the endz afro
stretched tight
...