I’m Here to tell y’all that Yesterday, Yes Yesterday……..All my troubles- WERE NOT far away…. I was livin for the day. a deeply troubled young man, no direction, no conscious, no aspirations….I was that Dude……And that dude was nothing nice….From banging to slangin..etc….Who knew..I would come out the eye of the storm, on a path of redemption doing good things- Back then it was all about ME, then came a realization that if it is about Him and His working through me I could and would do what I’m doing now GREAT THANGS!! …Counseling & mentoring young brothers like me..or how I was- Entrepreneur, Poet, Artist, conscious social blogger, college & Life educated….Whew!
Thank You, God! I know you aint through me with yet…Cause because of you…..I’m bout that life…That loving Christian. I really would like y’all to watch this piece.. My re-creation of the Illustrious L-Booogaaaay (lauren Hill) one of my still favorite pieces to date!!!!!!!
Someone once asked me… “Dubb….Why do you write poetry?” And I said that I don’t write poetry….My life is poetry Or better yet…’Flowetry’
See…if you analyze what I’ve gone through. My situations are nothing but stanzas of God’s message and for my transgressions- Words became my blessings. Cause when nobody was around…he gave me rhyme, With a sample of His will…I made up my mind- To help beautiful roses grow from the concrete… called Life.
Even when at times I fall…I write them out- So others can stand on the promises laid. When I seek comfort…I turn to my Father in my Psalm 16’s Who showed His confidence in Martin Luther’s dream and laid the underground railroad for Harriet Tubman To guide me through the darkness and back into the light, but when I feel my hope is lost…I turn to the hills where the strength of Abraham, Issac, Moses, and David came from- So I can continue to float like a butterfly, and sting like a bee- cause His words need to be nurtured- So the message can be heard And who better than I…a forgiven sinner who was once a saint. But for this gift I wish God would’ve given me two brains for those times when life was too much to maintain- But when my thoughts start talking My pen urges to start walking. I then drift off into what some call a blank stare But…It ain’t that.
It’s just that He opened my 3rd eye to His vision So when He speaks I race to catch His precision. Cause He doesn’t repeat Himself too often and I’d rather catch Him the first time Cause three times…He saved my life. Three times He saved me from drama that could’ve ruined me- And more than seven times He touched me to speak when I thought I was weak Cause I could’ve been just another Nigga…but he made a Man That’s what gave me comfort after the “old me” died Now my name is engraved on reality’s fine line That I would be used as His instrument- for I had been filled with His ink And no matter how the world blinded me…I still live the vision in His sight So when you come and ask me…”Why do you write poetry?” I can say that I don’t write poetry …My life is poetry… …And God is still writing my piece!…
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