November 14, 2009

The words that flow across this page are the words that bleed from my pen...A source for more knowledge is what I intend...Listen up young women and men; without paying a dime this is college in one minutes' time...I give you what I have, cuz what I have is what I've lived...What I have is what I breathe, what I have is what I need...In short, this poem is what I believe...Seen too many go down without a fight, no support, no compassion...They say its natural selection...Cells will devour a man whole ... without consideration...Race, gender, class or representation...Days gone by, isolated, counting moments like healers counting blessings...Don't get me wrong, this is not me repressing...Nor is my work poised for an address of stress ... This is just me professing...Whether young or old, this writing is twofold, better believe that tomorrow's untold...Please young child, live smart and make the most of today...This is simply two hundred words I wanted to throw your way...So, just smile for me and we can all believe in one love, one community...Challenges exist, pain comes without warning; no matter what is in your way...Remember that brighter days are just a prayer away.