B R O K E N B O T T L E S

Something I wrote after visiting Copenhagen last month . . .

Broken bottles in my path
Crushing childhood dreams was rough
Fantasies back then seemed daft
Praying my hard work pays off
Focused on the simplest task

I sweep ’em up
I take charge

Haha
and have the last laugh

And I just
Burst
Into rhymes I write
Burst
Into flames, I light
Burst
Into your dull life
Burst
All your stereotypes

My energy is dynamite
I forget the wrongs I write
Stay up late and dance all night
when everything is wrong turn right

Copyright Nnena McKenzie 2017

 

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