This is for the Feelers
This is for the feelers
The stealers
The drug dealers
The muthafuckin dope feigners
The healers
The freakers
Runnin round naked like a streaker
This is for the stripper
The hipster
The thinker
The writer
The fighter
The all-nighter
The actor acting
The soul clapping
The feet be tapping
This is for the mad
For those without a dad
Those who acting bad
Those who feelin sad
The haters always glad
This is for the mother
For those who suffer
The brotha
The other
The lover
Cause GOd forbid
we love each other
©2015
*inspired by a poem written by Stephanie Ozuna
*photo credit: Aimanness Photohraphy on flickr
Posted on June 5, 2015, in Poetry and tagged drug dealers, hipsters, justice, life, love, lover, lust, original, poet, poetry, singer, society, soul, spoken word, strippers, truth, Wilson Santos, words, world, writer, Writing. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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