To Shirly
If you see tomorrow stand on
The street in praise of my name,
Don't be jealous or envious of me
I have written myself on the pages
Of history through hardwork and pain,
I stood when love cares no more,
I crawled when all were walking
Many have tell my tales of misfortunes
With a watery mouth of hatred on me,
If you see tomorrow in praise of me
Remember, the mat was rolled yesterday.
-------The street poet
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