Sirens by C.D. Colon Its like I see the streets, I think. Christmas is an everyday thing. The glit and glammer of the shimmering bling. Jewelry toted bracelets givin brothas upside down facelifts. The mothers, expressing the opposite of proud faces. So rarely do they express the opposite of disapointed emotions. The constant struggle, the reminder of we all face. A constant struggle that success never comes without sacrifice. Sacrifice always comes at a premium price! They say, this is life. We say, life is quite regular! As we sleep through the long nights. We prepare to do it all again, just one more time. Hear those SIRENS, as we try to provide. Hear those SIRENS, as we stand by and never hide. We here, stand here for you and I side by side! Hear those SIRENS, as we hear our family CRY! We all hear those SIRENS, inside our mind, inside our beating heart or in front of our eyes. We see! We hear! SIEENS, its become our life... Sirens.
Posted on: Sun, 30 Mar 2014 23:24:04 +0000
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