In the name of the merciful.

I recently recieved a touching message requesting this piece I performed on Def Poetry. thanks sis for the kind words. Our lord is indeed merciful and gracious.

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My Everything

they said we'd become victim to the streets

as if the concrete could creep up and catch us

in the midst of walking lift up and grab us

cock back and blast us

backhanded slap us

and we believed em

did everything to create some sort of distance

in between em

the souls of our sneaks and the hot pavement beneath

anything just to bring us a lil closer to heaven

as if 18 inches was the next best thing to ascension

in a life full of question

with answers camouflaged in every look of lust

never knowing who to really trust

so we stay strapped and we stay trapped

cycles full of sin

they trying to sift out our backs

or compromise our integrity

and in every choice there awaits a greater casualty

black Jesus pieces and pinkie rings

over sized white tees

and r.i.p.'s

the streets is calling me

or they might as well be

I'm a single mother raising two sons

who could potentially be toting two guns

in less then five years from where i stand today

and in less then four years my delivery would change in pace

cause I'm trying to catch up with 3 years fast forward in time

when in just two they height will match mine

zoom in focus to my life right now

smack dead in the face to what i write right now

if i could only make the streets seem less sweet

if i could only place a tear at their feet for every victim at least id have the hopes to sway them

with currents that run deep enough

sweep them with stories of misplaced trust

waves of lost love

and seasons that my body wont forget

how every year in late September, October the breeze can blow and

i forced to remember when

i loved him

and i lost him

all i got to give is the sweat off my brow

is the tears when they fall

all i got to give

is my everything, knowing i still could lose my everything.