My Weakness Poem by Jennifer Peckins

My Weakness



Even I can go underground
To the deepest of the deep; P-Town
A place with no magic, no lights, no sound
Steady posting on the block I found
Cruise for that d, yea I said a pound
Shh gangsta gangsta, don’t make a sound just turn around
I got that secrect, that kingdom, now I’m Brooklyn bound

Now I’ve got no fear
Till that block disappear
Don’t worry I hear
That diesel in my ear

I’ve got no pain
Found a way to make the world okay

But it’s just hidden
Now it’s risen
Don’t you wish the first time you listened

Friday, March 20, 2009
Topic(s) of this poem: magic,risen,weakness
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