At times she doubts my vision,
bound to vivid images and her ambition,
leaving behind the poverty line.
Poverty-stricken, I used to call her mine,
miss "necessities of life" and more,
each terrain driven, four-by-four
the mind was on call twenty-four/seven
worries kept going, past eleven.
You keep coming for more, flat and smooth my case,
even money offers a chance on life's brut taste -
generating different reasons to leave.
I introduce to you... and again I keep it brief.
At times I lose all control,
her calls voice me back to the phone.
The block we live in has its own traffic,
slows down like a drive-in back to conflicts,
Pre-orders made by previous generations.
Legacies left behind for the young, no liberation,
words uttered, puffed through the nose.
Hope and despair live close
by the wisdom not to snitch,
profanity forms a solid bridge
across the river of flawed identity -
generating different reasons to leave.
I introduce to you... and again I keep it brief.
At times you wonder why,
I try to distinguish between truth and his lies.
Guess what, "a fool and his money are soon parted."
Your father taught you better, before he departed.
As time goes on you acquire knowledge,
experience is one aspect of your lifelong pledge,
lasting through seasons, reasons and emotion,
some take it to a foolish degree in slow-motion.
You keep going, head held up high,
at a steady pace, turned the back on NY.
City acclaimed as a considerable success,
forgotten are the decades of great distress -
generating different reasons to leave.
I introduce to you... and again I keep it brief.
The relation of cause and effect:
#TroubledHome #TroubledNeighbourhood #TroubledSociety
Worldwide leading to our neglect.
Pen 'N' Paper
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