This particular poem was written circa October 2004. Having discovered and fully embraced spoken word in 2003, it is one of my earliest spoken word pieces.
Realistic is talent to deal with harshness
Faith when you’re stuck in a camp like Auschwitz
You’re proud when it’s over but then you get a blessing
For you held on to grainy faith
Though you were at your wits end.
You may want to help the world…may never happen
Only way to live your life is like a lantern
Lighting others pathway
Just keep your head high don’t ever be trampled
And be a classic song…not a beat sample