LIFE ON THE STREET
Like a brute I was raised,
Ruthlessly brought up to be so unfazed,
Early days were like the greenest of meadows,
Meadows that have gradually resulted into multiple shadows.
Vividly born to be meek and mild,
The street raised me to be stern and wild,
That type of meekness common among a group of sheep,
With wildness so intense like the boiler that sails a ship.
The language we knew was to be wise,
No one wanted to be on the wrong end of the dice,
Space for complacency was limited,
Your loss would always depend on the type of character you've gradually exhibited.
Trust was a forbidden fruit while being raised,
I watched those that ate out of it get heavily restrained and razed,
The shiver it sent down my spine was too cold to be true,
You'd actually see people display their true colors like the filter of a hue.
The street is only meant for the wise,
Not everyone you see out there is nice,
Paddle your canoe and go your way,
Self-consciousness is all you need not to go astray.
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ONCE UPON A TIME
PoesíaONCE UPON A TIME is a 3-in-1 poem collection circling around Reality, Love, and Horror. The compiled poems are not in any way interrelated with one another, although they portray the aura of being the best in their respective categories. Do enjoy as...
