Poetry: Steel City Under Watch by Nicholl McGuire

When I began really taking an interest in writing it started with a poem about nature back when I was nine years old. Funny, I developed an interest for journal writing at the same time, because I decided to pen it in my first diary.

It's usually a single word, a tugging in my spirit (or what some would call "your gut,") that makes me pen a poem. I don't restrict myself to a certain technique. If I feel like rhyming, then I rhyme, if I just want to write something that doesn't rhyme, isn't very long, and gets right to the point, then I do just that!

So the other day, I awoke to the following poem having been inspired by: the recent explosion of a rapper from Pittsburgh, PA (my hometown) called Wiz Khalifa as well as some interesting research about the music industry (I have been doing for almost two years now.) Here goes...the poem I title, Steel City Under Watch

The brotha from the Burg sitting back acting mellow
tellin' the whole d*mn world, "Black and yellow, black and yellow!"

But the truth be told,
the colors black and gold.

Is the brotha color blind,
what was on his mind?

Behind the scenes we know,
it's all about the show.

Red eyes high
while telling people a lie.

Another celebrity in season.
Fans gave good reason.

An illuminated state
lookin' for its mate.

What seeds did he sow?
Who does he know?

The bees be buzzin'
it seems about a dozen.

They are the called.
They are the chosen.

The industry creates.
The industry breaks.

Give somethin' up,
for that drink in your cup.

Worshiping gods
sparing the rods.

Hoping they will learn
while their parents' yearn
for another star
leaving God afar.

What will it take
for your eyes to be open?
A tragedy or death
seems to be the way of copin'.

Now that you know,
somethin' bout the show,
look around and you will see
that colors really matter to the one-eyed enemy.

Nicholl McGuire