Write Urban Poems

"...I don't know its name"

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Someone once said we were slaves to Fashion   
I think they are right we feel sad depressed happy...

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Her hair blown in the infernal blast
As the train hurtles pass
hot are the rains rushing past
Falling on an ashen hued metropolis
her form is framed in...

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Ten thousand eyes will each day pass but not a single one will see,
for the folly of their hubris hides from harsh reality,
and when they...

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STOP! This is the updated version
So now I guess this is the REMIXed version
Now the ONLY version
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Poor kids can't read
  Poor kids can't write
Poor kids are victims
  unless they are white

White kids are privileged
  They've society's support
They rarely...

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I saw the rage in his gaze, 
His seductive art
I felt his digitus medius, longing to write his name inside my ****.
He charged up as...

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Urban Harlem
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"I Urban Harlem-Pokes up inland outward Like gray/black otters
Bumpy spars Cotton skies murky waters
Urban scrape building huddles
Broken and bundles like a jigsaw puzzle
~
Checker board...

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Stormzy you aint the dogs Boris
you're just a rapper with a forest
and I promise honest son
the strongest grow an amazon
you're just a woodchuck not Norris
a...

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Young women wearing tight jeans 
hang onto their boyfriends 
Fancy cars drive by 
in the heart of the metropolis 
Today I ran a poetry workshop...

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Sun beaming down its loving rays
on Gotham
New York City - in particular the Lower East Side 
is "where it's at"
This fine venue 
allopws me to...

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Walking on the streets of the Lower East Side 
I see Hispanic men playing dominoes excitedly 
I see a Chinese woman collecting bottles for sale...

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How would someone write an “urban” sonnet, 
When the formation of the poem is lame. 
Some poets will stray away from old bonnets, 
And some...

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You look stupid in videos on phones at the start,
you don't look like "Badmans" calling women a tart,
when I see those skits I think what...

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(Chorus)
You think you've got swagger but really you hobble,
you've got the jet lagger and you're drunk so you wobble,
don't start on me mate 'cus I...

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The New Year sill be here soon and the air 
is frigid in Gotham 

The winds are blowing and people outside 
are all bundled up...

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