Colliding letters, exhale meanings to clog understanding and the brain.
Abusive, excessive controversial views are all shuffled into frame.
Don’t get this twisted, as I whisk the flame, closer and closer to words.
The page begins to crumble, absolve into nothing, along with vowels & verbs.
Scripts delve into my mind, and extract only the important points.
Tracks kids spitting show emotion, and flow through their joints.
Alphabet is the code to our future, the lock and the pivotal learning.
Boost the drive to want more from words, and to keep on yearning.
I want to make a earning, but how can I if I cant read…or write?
Dissolved love letters keep me guessing, emotions running high.
Thinking about whats on that page, she loves me but I don’t understand.
I cant read, or even write, how could she ever love me for who I am?
In high school, I couldn’t co-exist along side or utilize the blank pages.
Breaking down my education, and trying to get it right, in stages.
For ages I attempted but I could never grasp the words or skill.
Parents didn’t know I was unable to read, so I dreaded the phone-bill.
I had to ask my friends what it said, ink diluted by the tears I wept.
Then, out of the blue, the words morphed on the page, “burn the alphabet”.
I wrote on topic but gave it a kind of plot toward the end, g’luck mista.