Subtle [Poem]

As I sit in the quiet

I’m reminded tho

I’m grow’n

& even tho

got heavy flaws

still more valuable

than gold

it is told

that

mindfulness

of both the present & the old

one of those

maps of life

that help you figure where to go

I suppose

it’s okay to burn or bend

You just don’t fold

& no shmurda,

Hot nigga

In a world that gets so cold

& tho

I’m no different

still I’m different at the core

so invoke/seek

a higher destiny

or else it’s slow