The boy wear eyes
that sadden the heart.
His face is battered,
clothes torn apart.
Fear is written all over his face,
there is no safety
in this perilous place.
The streets have hurt him,
have left him alone.
He has no one,
nowhere to go,
and nowhere to stay.

The girl is crying,
she doesn't understand
how hearts can harden
in this Promise Land.
The look at her,
yet through her.
Never a consoling face
does she encounter.
The streets left her 
to fend on her own.
She has no one,
nowhere to go,
and nowhere to stay.

They stand together,
yet they stand alone.
Living in the streets,
the place they call home.
Begging for money
and stealing things to eat.
Running from others
to avoid being beaten.
Their only emotion is anger,
and it runs through their veins.
Passersby just ignore
and call them insane.
All they need is compassion
and love.
They need help from you
let love rain from above.
They need someone,
somewhere to go,
and somewhere to stay.

The sweat soaked sheets told of a nightmare,
the stench enveloped the air.
Her eyes were filled with horror and tears, 
her mind pounding with all her fears.
Her dishelved body cried for help,
she opened her mouth-no sound or whelp.
The girl alone and frightened,
at every sound her body tightened.
Morning slowly arrived, 
she was barely alive.
Finally her mother awoke,
to hear her daughter's final choke
"Where were you when I needed you?"

I keep leaving before I see the Sun 
I run because I feel the pain
But every new place comes with a new face
New faces, new places, but I’m still the same 
And I wonder 
Why do I keep leaving before I can know the Sun?

A working black woman who has never failed to provide and nurture my wildest dreams 
Even when my means was low, your steadfast support exceeded any lack of greenbacks 
Through backtracks and mishaps, your grace and skill pays all of my hearts bills 
Deep in the forest of cooking, cleaning, caring, while silently communicating your will 
I am not only motivated to touch and work for you but live to give you everything you need 
How is it that your soft hands work to make a house a home so quickly and smartly
Let me massage your back and rub your feet before the day ends
Thank God for this woman who makes life a breeze my best friend
Hands to the plow always with a smile willing to go the distance
Thank you for going the extra mile all while mataining that lovely smile.

It’s here!
Boy, did it come fast.
Out under the sun
And around it for twenty-five years;
A whole quarter century.

A Snap!
Oh, there are changes about.
Dancing on the floor
And bounding across it in antalgic gait;
A swish with confidence.

Oh dear!
Oof, that was a mistake.
Wallowing in pits
And grieving moments of the road behind
A dose of folly.

Oh well!
Welp, got to move on.
Here above the dirt
And amongst those whose hearts beat;
A bouncy grown woman

If you can see without, you can be without it.
If you can breathe without it, you can live without it.
And you can live without it, you can be without it
And if you can be without it, you can become free without it

I think so deep that I get weak-in-the-knees
Till the point where I cannot freakin’ sleep in the trees
Government spread disease overseas from Africa to Belize
Drugs gets pushed and the consciousness riding the sleep

Why does the evilest music sound the best?
Why do the most disgusting things feel the best?
Why do the most positive things end in mess?
And so negativity gets rewarded the best

Delay Gratification is so hard to do
But Delaying Gratification is possible to do
In fact, Delaying Gratification builds up the crew
Delaying Gratification makes you proud of what you accrue