nameless by felismina

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life

 I am the naked eygptian my hood calls pharoah.
Living in philly searching 4 brotherly love.
trying 2 erase the fact that i was born and forgotten by my own dad and mom.
Im apart of the homeless that rides the el but i make sure them blessed folk dnt c me praying it 2 stops one day at heaven and market.
i am the unpaid wheatherman 2 those who c me often.
My tears mean rain.
My pain means hot summer nights but my confusion creates full moons that blind the city cops giving freedom 2 the crackheads Prostitutes and hustlers.
my soul is allergic 2 drugs but u can find on most nights n the same alley down old city withdrawing from lack of new love.
I was born with broken wings so when im done begging 4 food in the gallery i go on the up escalator spread my arms close my eyes and fly away 2 find a home in my mind.