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Thutmose
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No one is as surprised as El Thutmose Tehuti to be where he is today. A thriving emcee with a solidified base and years of making music ahead of him, but that wasn’t always so. The world has just met Indiana Jones, there was something “In the Air Tonight,” and everyone and their mother was watching ‘Dynasty.’ The year was 1981 and while all of that and then some were going on, Gloria Ann Williams was welcoming her son into the world. While things started well enough, by the time El Thutmose Tehuti was seven-years-old his mother had become addicted to crack cocaine. Living in Atlanta, things started to spiral out of control. His life had become a constant cycle of poverty, homelessness, and suffering. Today he looks back and channels those painful memories into poetry only he could even pen. Poems of triumph, good vs. evil, the life he once had.
Submitted Poems 13 total
AloneThe fear of being alone clouds my mind...the thought of being alone fills my eyes. Why do I cry? Is it because of my past? Or is it because of my present? A broken adolescent, with no one to laugh with... not even a mask to mask it. Look into my... | 13 Views added 1 month ago | Rating |
Tell MeTell me why do people expect more from Others than they expect from themselves!?Why do we make friends with enemies and try to turn intimacy into envy and blame the world for our deaths!? Why do we promote violence but contain one for being... | 1 View added 1 month ago | Rating |
I'm Almost FreeI'm most free from the things that hurt me... I price myself and find that I am unworthy.. alone from birth because my father was not there, and even now in the dark my sorrow is all that I share. No one cares, I cry as tears fall freely from my... | 1 View added 1 month ago | Rating |
Drowning in SorrowI'm drowning in my sorrow wondering about tomorrow.. thinking of all the hurt.. my tears will surely follow.. can I borrow your ear...or is it too hard for you to hear... my soul crying for help... this is where my sorrow is mostly felt. I no... | 15 Views added 1 month ago | Rating |
Watered and blurryTears continue to fill my eyes, And I'm wondering why. I'm hurting inside, But too afraid to cry! I wonder if I'm worried? My eyes watered and blurry, This hurricane of life has got me twisted like a flurry! But hurry, don't wait! It's too late to... | 0 Views added 1 month ago | Rating |
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