Hip Hop Inspired Poetry: Three

We’re angry cause you don’t like us and throw us to the wolves. The wool chokes our vision until the reaper pulls.
Blood bubbles and bursts into the air. Streams of wisdom leak out, but who cares. Beat snares and tucked weapons, street fairs, abrupt steppin. Frontline turmoil poses a threat, headlines etchin. Hammered perspectives and heavy handed directives. Seeing eye to eye is all but a vestige. From tip of the tongue to top of the lungs, swept up by chaos and rocks being slung. High on haterade, glasses half empty. Yards of sharp shards, bloody red carpet entry. Trigger finger exercises, fully loaded gavel. Street justice anesthetizes, drag me to a shadow.


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