Inner city of cement, all beauty null,
what seed is planted such child will grow.
What parents plant, such man they’ll harvest:
Brokenness, Grief, and Sadness
Not part of Parent’s dream,
Fears, sorrow, and anguish
From inner child’s screams.
All within the inner ear rings,
For years the child turned man
Buried under 6 feet of indifference.
Beauty block is a heart clot,
Build up of intellectual cement.
A mind clogged; the artist clouds
The world with hazy entertainment.
What the mouth speaks flows from the heart,
And so shuts his mouth when he coughs
His world is hardened,
He spits cement;
Fashioning a city
By his inner complexion