Gangster - Poem by Charles Monroe
Mother Earth and Father Time
Listen to your Children’s rhyme
Hoping prayer can get me through
All the Gangster sh_t I do.
Word to Wordsworth, word to Keats
Hieroglyphs within my sheets
Word to Gorky, Word to Pablo
Word to Diego, and Leonardo
I am the result of those
Of whom Time and Nature chose.
Word to Juana word to Sylvia
Word to Sandra and Virginia
Word to Maya Angelou
My graffiti Popol Vuh,
Hope the Universe forgive me
For the Gangster sh_t I do.
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