City street

Sun cracks glass on the city street,

beats in my chest like sneakers on concrete.

Dreams heavy in my backpack, zipped tight,

but I keep moving steady, chasing that light.

Flip phones buzz, mixtape on repeat,

MP3 whispers, the rhythm feels sweet.

Life’s not polished—it’s wired, it’s loud,

I’m carving my place through the push of the crowd.

Every “nah, you can’t” just sharpens my fire,

every stumble I take pulls me higher.

I’m no trend, I’m no throwaway song,

I’m the pulse of tomorrow, I’m already strong.

So walk with your head like the skyline’s yours,

turn the static of doubt into open doors.

It’s early, it’s raw, but the truth still remains:

you’ve got thunder in your soul, running t

hrough your veins.

By Onnaya

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shdwangel

I like you, pls dont go bald

... I also like you and I promise that I wont go bald and I wont torture people with hair

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leonel

I like this poem

thanks love

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Diegooo.666

Something is wrong with you, perfectly.

O.M.G. thank you love

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