Sidewalk University

Sidewalk University a school we all know but wouldn't ancknoweledge.The teaching of hard life and inperfect people.Sneakers hung high off of telephone wires. Crowd walk ways and disrespectful people urine filled elevators.If you graduate you may survive the streets.Language in which others try to copy ebonicis is now in the dictionary.

I may want to travel to the great wonders of the world. Will I be safe? or will you see me on the eleven oclock news.Foreign ghettos and marvelous adventures will be great to see. My neighborhood I know each alley and each person.You call it dangerous I call it safe.You call it ghetto I call it home. Sidewalk University

Teaching about culture and style I learn more here then at harvard. Cumming personalities, rich food and life lessons all taught in one place My classroom Sidewalk University

poem by Lucinda Bryson
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Sorrow Sins &Love

Stories that never been told.Bitter feelings never been express.Security that never was secure.Confussion and Knowledge not to be told. Emotions cut short, lives that can't be restored Sorrow Sins&Love
A son who looks like his father A daughter who's sed and a mothers sins.The past is to deep as if it eas throwning water.A soldier who is loyal to defend the one thing he loves.Sorrow Sins &Love
Addiction more powerful then drugs love that never been found, wounds that can't heal.A bowl that can't be filled. Sorrow Sins & Love.
Math problems never to solved forgiveness as black as this ink im writting with.Unexplained theories and music without sound. How we express our misfortunes. How can we subside our doubt.
Sins only the devil can understand Sorrow in which jesus weep love knowing one day it would be ecknowledge.

These indregients can't bake a cake but know how will determinate the comfortablity.Those who know the story hold the truth.Look towarf the future to find a better you.Sorrow brings happiness Sins you can repent and Love cover all things.

poem by Lucinda Bryson
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Library In You

The words that you speak.The wisdom you have inspired me. The stories you tell and the author in you comes out. Library In You
The parallel lines in you words the experience in the language the art of storytelling.Reception from people how these stories affect many lives.The library In You. Your literature speaks volumes to me.You are the simile and I; m the metaphore.The tone of beautiful words the elegance of rhythem in which you speak from. Listening brings many to high altitudes.The library In You
Grammar in how you use it.The ingredent to mothers cake the master in your own league.An idle mirror on how I can tell my story. Your flowetry with a pen and paper tells all issues of those in the ghetto. You are the symphony of art.
The mathematics of an artist and his brush.The fuel to the fire I ignite with inspiration. The mother speaks as the child listen.The library in You
To conquer all paths of storytelling to imply and relate with a pen and recongize these thoughts.

The pen writes the story but the mind conquers the thought.Words explains the love of literature.I accept the library in me

poem by Lucinda Bryson
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