Most Greatest: A Poem
Sheβs my most precious prize and my greatest irritation.
Oxymoronic, no, just what nature wrought.
You know, the aftermath of disobedience.
Credence given, this off balanced system.
Righteousness pleads for a soul in need.
Heavy the weight, only if chosen to carry.
Redemptionβs nigh, How to surrender?
History holds, a compressive force, this nature.
Yet, love.
A lot of people are waiting. Theyβre waiting to see when TBT blows up. Theyβre waiting for when we release the app. What if I told you we are waiting on you? Waiting on you to learn the platform so we can hire you. Waiting on you to participate daily so we can build with you. Waiting to see who will be the execs to run the TBT kingdom. Stop waiting and get active! Tag every blk person and tell them we have our own space TheBlackTube