Wow. I shouldn’t be surprised that I was so moved by this little book of poems. It’s real; raw beauty in written form.
I don’t actually read that much poetry. It’s simply not for me. I’m too literal of a reader. “Just tell me what you’re saying” was my most frequent outburst when I read Shakespeare’s sonnets. My bff loves poetry though. So any poetry I’ve read this year is all her doing. I had been meaning to read this book for a while and I’m so glad I finally did.
We all know who Tupac was. I think we’re all familiar with his story. As a 90’s baby I know the impact his music had, and continues to have on generations of people. I also know the characterization that the media frequently portrayed and still portrays of this young man was/is completely wrong.
To read these poems, is to get a peek at an incredibly talented and sensitive soul. These poems are real. Really real. They delve into some topics that are unfortunately still relevant today. And this last poem. Buckets of tears. Buckets.