the slums of broken homes

the city of your birth
may be a shit hole,
but great minds
must rise from
the slums of broken homes

your origin and your story
is the fertilizer of greatness -
flowers never grow in sugar:
hold fast to your pain,
it will urge you forward

birds sing
and owls hoot
their way into the song
at midday
near floridian ocean boulevard


Poetry by Thomas Perdue The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2016-12-28 at 06:56

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Ashe The PoetBay support member heart!
This should be posted in all public places. I have always wondered how many Einsteins, Poes or Faulkners we might be losing to gun shots and bad schools in the slums. Every mind can be great if nourished. I love this poem.

Kathy Lockhart
Each time I read this, it was as though a slide show was flashing across my mind. Your words created powerful images. Which evoked so many thoughts, memories, and ideas. I really like this Thomas. Thanks for sharing here.