Poetic Justice Prose

Was up late watching Poetic Justice and I was "Lying, thinking last night how to find my soul a home where water is not thirsty and bread loaf is not stone. I came up with one thing and I don't believe I'm wrong.That nobody, but nobody can make it out here alone." Janet's box braids, long and righteous. Always swinging heavy with burden, hanging on to glory. 2Pac's dirty nails, "Give me your hand."  A pure smile emerges beyond the blue and red flashing  lights, of screams and sirens. "Beyond this rage of poetry, give me your hand." Smooth skin, life lines searching for love. Maya Angelou whispers. Phenomenal Woman. Kendrick Lamar raps. "If you're looking for empathy, there's blood in my pen." Poetic Justice. "If a flower bloomed in a dark room, would you trust it?"