Poems

Concrete Jungle

A big city filled with lights and people that never sleeps
Where dreams are fulfilled and the impossible can be done.
Yellow cabs beeping, sirens sounding
because someone is always wounding.
The jungle which motivates the woke to STAY WOKE!
To have aspirations of a higher rank,
constant grinding and temporary tears to release frustration.
With a fixed tunnel vision on the prize.
A prize that will be rewarded with endless gratitude because your main focus is to STAY FOCUS!
Throughout all the distraction and the inescapable corruption.
It’s whirl pool of depression, not so much gentrifying which is seemingly beneficial but a cost of living that barely favors the middle class.
Depression, drugs and desolation slowly loosing unity.
So easy to off balance not realizing that it’s vital to STAY BALANCE!

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