If the Buddha could leave his father’s throne, then why can’t I renounce my father’s home? Peace don’t bloom in walls that bruise, so I walk with fait...Read more

I was a joven muchacho, corazón sin miedo, Didn’t care 'bout the dolor, I just chased el juego, Afternoons from school, I’d vanish ligero, Arcade ligh...Read more

Woke up like clockwork, soap dripping, water wasted, lotion greasing skin but no bread tasted, streets whisper lies— "we gon’ feed you, son," but the ...Read more

This the night death slides in, cold like winter sheets, I love the chill ‘cause it feels like her body in my bed, death got her ass where my pillow s...Read more

It’s the curve in the lane, soft bounce in the frame, walking like the beat got her body in a game. Adorable flame, yeah, the way it sit tight, make a...Read more

I ain’t no Shakespeare, I’m a scripture in sneakers, my verses bleed ink like veins cut by speakers. The block schooled me harder than chalk on a boar...Read more

Yo, to the fam on Today in Poetry, hear my call — slide with me to Poetizer, that’s where I drop it all. Most of my grind, raw lines, and truth I spil...Read more

A quiet Wednesday morning, cold breath in the air, before the sun rose up, silence heavy everywhere. Empty blocks feel hollow, like a house with no ch...Read more

Yo, to the unidentified ghosts in my lane, Lurkin’ in silence but peepin’ my name, Before I let the barrel of my mind unload flame, Better step out th...Read more

Dear Green Tea Frog, this a letter in rhyme, from one poet to another, carvin’ truth outta time. I see your name shine on Today in Poetry, sixteen wit...Read more

The apple of crime once dangled low to see, Waltloo DLTC, the grind was my stage, Since twenty eighteen, its roots grew deep in me, A street-born hust...Read more

Sixteen candles, but her flame burn tall, Green Tea Frog, the poet who inspire us all. From German streets where the rivers still sing, she bring her ...Read more

Tight pants cut sharp like a hustler’s blade, Golf shirt crisp, like a deal well-played. Kufi crown shining, that’s my rooftop dome, Carrying the wisd...Read more

The Lord is my plug, I ain’t short on supply, green pastures my block, blue skies in the sky. He lead me through alleys where pure drip milk flow, res...Read more

My favourite colour the street can’t fake, Pure milk drip, that survival shake. Fresh from the belly where the struggle was born, Same way the block k...Read more

Italian black spaghetti, lookin’ like midnight strings, mafia plate on the table, love wearin’ diamond rings. Mozzarella snowin’ heavy, meltin’ soft l...Read more

straight out the block, baby — pussy where you been, my midnight map, my dick hittin' red lights, you ghostin' the route, I been drivin' solo, tyre sc...Read more