Poems from MVP-Most Valuable Poet
i'm a 70's baby
last of the front line where memories were fond
i remember hanging out with alot of kids in which we form a bond
i recall...
a son without his father's guidance will lead to
recycling women like yesterday's trash
beating women like a government mule
spitting at...
N-nothing more than someone dismantling your being as a human
I-is a term use to make someone feel inferior
G-get off the block and see...
a child reaching out for love to have it slap away
a child crying for help to be choke gasping for air
a child being ridicule for a medical...
up in the sky
it's a bird
it's a plane
no, its the weedman
with a philly blunt in his mouth
need to take your heroism to the south
bury...