I'm not a poet, but I write poetry/I'm not a producer, but I produce music.

7/21/11

Why Smile?

How can you abandon your own child and expect for him to smile?

You smile, because you have no worries.

They smile, because they are affluent.

But why should I?

Rain falls upon the crown of my head day and night.

Dark room filled with gloom void of light.

You say, “stand strong and continue to fight.” But I’m bogged down by the weight of my plight.

BILLS, BILLS and more BILLS!

Thick bushes and steep hills.

A bicycle with square wheels.

Pay those bills!     Walk on!     Climb on!

Peddle faster and be strong!

Mental exhaustion has really over taken me.

The bills,   The rain,   The dark room devoid of light.

THE bushes,   THE hills,   THE bike with square wheels.

MAN I’M EXHAUSTED!

Could you carry me until I build my strength?

Once I rest, then maybe I can start all over again.


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