a poem by sauly boy

[candyismandy]

Stop letting cities define you
confine you to what is cement and brick
We are not hard people
our domes have been crowned
with the likes of steeples
that which is our being
soars with the eagles on johnathon livingston seagulls

yes i got wings
you got wings
alas gods chilluns got wings

So lets widen the circumfrence of our nest
and escape this urban incubator

the wind plays the world like an instrument
blows through the trees like flutes
but trees dont grow in cement
and as heart beats bring percussion
fallen trees bring repercussions.

-saul williams