Fiening for an microphone
Back in the day, I might be home
Writing words on lines
Free verses or rhymes
Thoughts collapsing mind sets
Fighting feelings....My mind accepts
The high from spitting....
Just hitting
Key points
Inspire these joints
I write.
Tonight
My pen is going to get me so high
Talking about my hunger... My pain
My love..My lost and what MAKES ME SANE
Or am I
Life is my affliction.
Poetry is my addiction.