Untitled! Poem by Noorjala Ocasio

were trying to have progress
abolish the nonscence
acknowlege our prøgress
as people and poor victs.
so freedom we all get.


if sex was like life alot of people would do it
others a say screw it.
young mothers a say they blue it,
condoms that is.
young fathers unconsious of kids.
so all the knowledge you get,
at least wrap it instead.
however, thiers some that may be strapped to a bed,
forced to recieve, concieve, bleed
and live alone with a seed, or disease or both.
if not some most feel like thier living in a boat with a hole.
drowning cant escape,
surrounded by gates,
cant get a break,
so the kit-kat sweet life aint for takes.
and you feel faith aint your taste.
and your going down a razor blade way,
change your pace, calm your face
ask God the way,
announce your saved,
so the light can guide your way,
and your be able to walk blindy to the end of days.
keep that in mind for 7 days look at that in several ways
cause you can always get away