SAMPLE POEM

Compton O.G.

 

 

How many words?

A thousand is what they say.

And what say you

this picture says?

Can you tell I’m listening?

Growing like Alice before your eyes?

My chest

limp

hot air balloon

gets bigger

each bag I drop.

ABANDONMENT,

CruTches,

don’t want to be lame.

Enough with the bottoming

coming on top

like an immigrant

Amalia.

Daughter of an immigrant

work till you lose

your  home

your family

roots

humanity

self

Amelia

lose

your mind.

Work to get that flame

going higher

gets me higher

happy

deep as smile lines.

Epiphany

opening like a drawbridge

rusted with years

of tears

for fears

now rosebuds open in my chest

ideas pop like stys before my eyes

and I feel.

I feel it stinging-hangnail

 

 

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I feel,

I can say it all

I’m a Compton O.G.

Oh GirL

Oh geez!

¡Órale, Güey!

O.G.

from Compton

Original Genius

descendant from

the line of OG authors

from Compton

Oh Gosh!

Wait, no descendants?

Def outnumbered

by the physically gifted

star ballers’

we’ve produce

I must ascend.

 

But you don’t see

all that

in this picture that’s worth

a thousand words.

Just dropped 188

still owe you…

 

Moving on

with the story

my life as a storyteller

constant theme

Next season on Compton’s OG…

whatever I want

whatever

I want.

 

Did I ruin it all

for ya’ll?

I

Compton’s OG.

Original Genius.

 

 

 

 

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