Here's one of my pieces, see if you care for it.
Door after Door
You may be poor, and you’ve got no more
than a head of thoughts that you keep in store
to educate, reanimate
the bleakness.
Fill the opacity, there’s a scarcity
or communication between us
between them
don’t fuss.
If I seem overwhelmed cause we’re breaking away,
it’s the reason I care the reason I stay.
I’m a mender; defender, like a friend but better.
With me you’ll stay safe, you’ve never seen better.
But enough about me, it’s you who doesn’t see
how the mind schemes, just to preserve our sanity.
A mere lyricist will write; I’ll fight
through words
cause there’s door after door…so I’ve heard.
A rhythm can knock down the strongest
and rhyme will reach the farthest.
It’s a struggle you see, the way the mind schemes.
To grasp, to hold, to give way, to let go
is only part of the way, today.
You can take one hard step with every word you say.
Act up, be fresh, be resilient
Even if you’re poor, face up to the dissidents
of upper class or caste. Tread on their grass en masse.
Rebellion’s not the word, it’s the action abroad.
It’s the drive that helps you strive to survive.
Through an empty wallet you see the world unfurl
its coils that strangle or raise to the top
or simply allow one to be dropped.
So at large, it’s you in charge.
Though it seems to be forever, just remember
when it’s done, and nothing troubles the end,
we can take a moment to live instead.
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