The Lab: Let Me Try to Be Poetic for Once

Going drastically out of my lane with this, but figured I’d try something new. That’s what a personal blog is for right? Anywho, here goes:

Bass knocks. Repetitive lyrics become ingrained in my brain.
Cool air complements a tinted reality.
I’m deaf while in the depths of focus. I’m at peace. Back to seat. I’m scribing.
Momma’s reading a book. Her kids are wilding. Kicking. Screaming.
Thoughts of what’s to come for me. Success. Achievement. Dreaming.
Poetry created with a thumb and stream of creativity.
20 minutes reduced to 20 seconds. Much like an hour in a New York minute.
Courtesy extended to a voluptuous Latina. Appreciation for my upbringing.
I appreciate genetics.
Familiar rusted stairs with cracked concrete.
Headed up and looking down. It’s like driving, but I’m walking.
Placing accents at the risk of accidents.
More concrete. A landmark treats me like a president and hopes for change.
I’ve elected the status quo. He repeats his pitch to the next candidate.
2 more steps and a deep breath. Secondhand smoke invades my lungs.
Peddlers push. Music turnt down. Just another trip on the A-train uptown.

Bawse,