I decided to write a poem about "Nothing"
no thing,
anything,
naught 
although I ought
to write about
love, cars or money but
loves gonna leave, 
cars will break down
and money...
well money is kinda funny so
I got nothing

Nada for prada,
no offerings,
or diamonds
for real bling bling,
I mean while writing this poem
my girl asked me something, so when I replied
"what?" she said, Oh nothing!

See people tend to think that if it's none existing
life's cool,
but we live in a society where existing
defines our priorities,
our eulogies and
autobiographies
like if any body should ever write my life story, I refuse to open pages of the roads I've paved and see
Nothing!

I was born second child of 8 after mom completed
her third birth, confined to a hood with people constantly saying, " you're gonna be just like your dad....
Nothing 

But he died and left me with
nothing,
but memories of a man which I called dad
that lead to nowhere, 
just living with aspirations of being a poet