THROUGH The Eyes of A Crying Soul

This is a literary composition composed for those who feel like nobody's listening. For my comrades, my mom and my dad, and my two sisters who showed me what it means to be different. For the drug addicts that fiend but still dream of better conditions, huddled with puddles on pillows with Brillos and pipes, not bathed or slept in days, high as a kite. For the single parents that struggle working doubles, taxing their muscles so their children can comfortably cuddle and sleep at night. For the people looking for peace through the pieces of life, each intricate piece significant in this puzzle of life. I speak for the weak, for the innocent lives that died in the streets. For Kalen, my nephew, and for Kaira, my niece. I'm standing tall for my uncle Paul who died at the homeless shelter in his sleep. For my aunt Vanessa--God bless her; she left us at peace. For hip-hop unlocking the key and making this an option for me. For my ancestors, the investors in this struggle who made it possible for me. For Thomas Edison, for constituting this beautiful medicine for me. For the Almighty, who told him rightly it's only right that we have the freedom to speak. And for giving me this platform as a uniform for community outreach. Through the eyes of a crying soul. My fears have been exposed through the windows of my soul...through the eyes of a crying soul.

-- K. A. Mohabir