Street Rhythm

Redemption- I wasn’t God.

What did it even mean?

I was on the road glory-

I was hearing the lyrics  

Like I knew there was beats.

Chasing skyscrapers-

The rhythm that I was blessed with;

It was street.  

Cause I walked the city for miles 

Searching for what I was here for;

What was my purpose?  

Would they remember the dream?

Like I was a vision from a forgotten prophecy-

The mission that was tugging at heart strings.

It was supposed to give a voice to rape.

It was supposed to inspire change. 

If there was a calling? If I knew my name-

Would they remember me? 

Published by Ms. Selective

Traveling Gypse with a Heartfelt Spirit.

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