Street Poet(s)

Poet(s) in the street
Don’t labor over what they speak
But in case you can’t hear them
Over the bucket boys beat
They write simple words
In ink…

“homeless and hungry . Need money for something to eat”

Alone and on their own
no one pays attention.
Powerful words written
On the back of scratch paper.
I walk by thinkin'…

“I’ll hit dude up later”

In the night these
Tight verses come to fruition
When my man was three minutes late
For the soup kitchen
Now he scroungin' round garbage cans…

Searchin’ for a lil’ hope in his dire situation

In the dark hour under moonlight
Inspiration is lit a fire
Cause the rumblin’ of the empty
Makes the mans mind go completely.
Scribbled samples of his mad genius
Reads…

“someone please help me!”

Sometimes I think I’ve been chosen
To be a spoke-person for those who
Can’t stop hurtin’
But with words so simple and plan
This cats message flows from my heart

To the cells of my membrane.

STREET POET(S)…
Ya'll the greatest of us all…

But I bet ya’ don’t even KNOW IT!