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Food4Thought

  • Writer: One TwentyOne
    One TwentyOne
  • Apr 30
  • 1 min read

By Devon Riddick


I let my visions dictate the way my day goes. Walking around trash inflicted sidewalks, breezing across the red roses. Stepping through the cracks, I walk through a valley of intellectual contradictions. Do I live a life worth raving and waiting to explain? Will they ever listen to a life that fills a haystack? Questions asking the man that has to sign the contract. 

Every word reframed in an hour's notice. 

I often forget the times when life had a special meaning to it. An understanding of how spontaneous and applicable Murphy ‘s Law really hits home. The world always has a question, and never a rebuttal. You don’t ever point a nod when every answer is given in your palms... you take it and reminisce on the purpose past the moment itself. It was “meant” for you. The mind inside resembles the sheep being sheared for the season.




About the Author


Devon Riddick, Elizabeth City State University


Devon Riddick is 22-year old senior attending Elizabeth City State University. He is a poet, writer, podcaster, and content creator. He enjoys anime, reading poets, and collecting vinyls. He also is a MF DOOM enthusiast and enjoy artists such as MIKE, Earl Sweatshirt, A Tribe Called Quest, and Westside Gunn.

 
 
 

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