Last month I was reminded

that I needed to find you again

 

You first came into my life

on a chilly March night back in ’96

 

I was fourteen years old

 

You found your way into my boombox

and I kept you there awhile

 

I haven’t listened to you much since then

 

I was also fourteen when I read The Prince

I was fifteen when I read The Art of War

 

I haven’t read any other Machiavelli since then

 

Now I play you over and over

because you’re that good

 

As if I’ve discovered something anew

like when I first heard Kind of Blue

 

I still feel the tears falling down my face

 

Or maybe it’s because I’m supposed to feel

fear and love at the same time

 

While listening to a man

named after a Peruvian revolutionary

 

Whatever the case I’m grateful to you

for being the means to justify my ends

 

I believe he’d be pleased with you

as I am and as you should be

 

Because the music is balanced

raw and beautiful

 

The mix is perfect

hardcore and sweet

 

And you are rough

but tremendously lyrical

7 Responses to “Against All Odds”

  1. B. Sherrance Russell, Ph.D.

    Good stuff, very reflective….

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    • Ricco Wright

      You do know that I’m not the author of this poem, right? Jaymie Paige Stein is. But I do agree with you that the poem is good and very reflective. I dig it a lot.

      Reply
    • Jaymie

      Thank you for your comment!

      Reply
  2. BFF

    Amazing!!! I love the journey of that poem.

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  3. DonDon TheDon NY

    Very cool, thanks for sharing that work.

    Reply

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