Ivan Brooks Sr
My Dues Are Paid - Poem by Ivan Brooks Sr
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 readiness
To poverty, a real caveat for my struggle
For I've persevered through steadfastness.
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