bakari7's poetry corner...

my show of reality was silent
i voted loudmouths off of stony island
even with loose chads hanging from my ballot
in '87 rakim was my dj
& we banged eardrums with mallots
the way of words to steer lost souls
who couldn't get a hold of
themselves form calluses
they couldn't get a grip
so they pack their emotional
baggage & ego trip
through schitzophrenic weather,
i stare at broken hearts
through the eye of a storm,
broken fathers
who wish an elected democrat
can fix their broken wallets
where murphy's law becomes a
constant superstition
& those who been through hell become the most religious

6.2.04