No Dollar Nor Dime.

Updated: Sep 19, 2020

We were kids with a dream to become the poet within,

So day and night we slammed bars and metaphors in a cold house like slam dog millionaires.

Words become more than just syllables and similes or hyperboles trapped in cocooned caterpillars waiting to bloom into beautiful butterfly skin,

Patience was a virtue so keen as we recited broken elegies to our childhood days in plays orchestrated by broke billionaires.

We we're boys dreams too expensive to afford when our pocket held no dollar no dime.

If patience was a fairytale recited to broke kids with dreams too expensive to afford,

Then I don't need no dollar nor dime to watch reality unfold.

If life only sung to the bold then restore the tone and let it speak,

Opportunities are not only meant for those who watch the clock, time waits for no man so keep building the dream to its highest peak.

We were kids with a dream to touch the world when our hearts knew no dollar nor dime.

We were boys with the desire to dream beyond reality our minds could not fit inside the box,

We were the poets who stood besides our dying dreams and bought rhythms instead of flowers to send then to their grave.

We were the kings and Queens who ushered thrones unto the the earth, We spoke power deadly than effects of a pandemic pox,

We were the Knights and Kings who charged into battle with no armour nor crown they called us foolishly brave.

We were boys unafraid to walk the path of dreaming big, when our heart were not prone to a dollar or dime.

- Emmanuel Rayan Daka (The Red InkHeart)

- Tears.

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We were boys with dreams too expensive to afford