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 faith — the path I choose. Sunday came soft, like a woman in white, clear skies wrapped in her morning light. Her voice was calm, her soul divine, she wh...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 lights shining like fuego de cielo. White store glow, mi paraíso pequeño, Coins clinking like oro in a viejo sueño, Cousins and nieces, la familia cercan...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 block dry, desert winds cut my lungs. Mind boiling piss, on pigs in blue uniforms, they piss first, I piss back in storm form, fuck the law, fuck 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 should rest. I’m a student from the streets, misunderstood every breath, I’m in love with death, ain’t no teacher but the pain, ain’t no lesson but re...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 cold street corner feel warm in the night. She got jeans hugging close, fabric kissing that glow, every step painting pictures, like a mural on the ...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 board, each corner a classroom, each hustle a sword. Teacher told me crack the dictionary, chase the old tongue, but the street gave me bullets of words ...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 spill, so follow me there if you really feel the skill....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 chair, walls echo with nothing, just a ghost of despair. Streetlights flicker lazy, no footsteps, no sound, like the city packed its bags and left with...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 the shadows, state your claim. I don’t vibe with whispers, I don’t dance with the fake, I sharpen my pen same way a shooter grip a stake, If you hidein...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 with a pen, writin’ bold, writin’ free. I picture you sippin’ green tea in the night, while your words take flight like a frog mid-flight. Germany’s bre...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 hustle, survival’s written page. Each corner a tale where whispers used to climb, Fast paper came, but trust was thin as air, Brothers still reaching fo...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 verses fresh, like the first taste of spring. On Today in Poetry, her name shine bright, droppin’ stanzas in the morning, whisperin’ at night. Every ...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 wisdom of a thousand-year poem. Jesus Piece swinging like a streetlight glow, Faith iced out but the spirit still grow. Under Armour kicks like engines o...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, restores my soul when the heat run low. Paths of righteousness, He set my lane, for His name’s rep, I don’t chase fame. Even in the valley where the kil...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 keep hustlers sworn. It’s the cream I chase when the paper get thin, Like cows in the field, I milk what’s within. White as a flip when the product ge...Read more