ANECDOTE

I feel pain man cause I can't speak on them
that's why I write so many poems so you can sleep on them
scars for tattoos to keep yesterday's setback driving
pain is not the only thing my black skin is hiding.....

Rhyming stresses, life sentences...
Poetic occurrence, life concurrence....

A man is but a few puffs
A life is but a short laugh
Live to live, die to die
A tear drop is just a teasing eye

Love came to swoop feet
Hate maimed
Pride shamed
Still love gained

I ain't cried because tissue's make organs
I can donate my heart and spare a lung
If my chest puffs air, it means I work well with pressure
So pain becomes a drug which i inject to get by