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

Externally streams,

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

Dust

Dust

Dust

His world is hardened,

He spits cement;

Fashioning a city

By his inner complexion

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