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

12/23/16




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.
Ashe
2016-12-28


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.
2016-12-28