Canvas of a Beautiful Struggle

Tue, 03/03/2015 - 20:57 -- Simba05


My life is my canvas

Everyday a new struggle

Everyday a new scar


Every scar is a different shade and different color


My life best expressed through pictures


My Life hidden behind filters


People see me through their eyes


 Different views different sights

I straighten my hat because it feels right

I talk the way I talk because DAMN it feels tight

Young boy walking through Gang Infested streets of East L.A

I wake up every morning to the lord and pray

Its cold in my hood

There aint no hope in my hood

Pursue an education dont wanna leave my folks in the hood

Life is a beautiful struggle

Surrounded by people livin life off a hustle


Cries of boyhood to manhood transition



This poem is about: 
My family
My community


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