writer's block

scarface's rough rhyme
fills the space in my mind
hood anthem chorus
of few built just for us

...on my block...

no writers, no readers
no bloggers, no tweeters

...on my block...

young kids and their kids
play and fight, day and night

...on my block...

inspiration abounds
if i'd just look around

...on my block...

but i hide inside
my own prejudicial pride
as i debate and decide
whether or not i'll forever reside

...on my writer's block...