Do Right Trying to succeed in this world of do-rights I hurdle barriers like back fences That only seem to appear when my legs ache Constantly reminded of that dull state of mind No longer mine But still not hard to find I clutch higher hands to escape the potholes Whispering sweet discipline to soothe my whiplash soul Bracing ­ pacing myself to accomplish set goals I know it's not easy but I'm tired of playing roles Trying to succeed in this world of do-rights Wearing a Œdo-rag to shield my untamed tendrils From the streetlights I just might break the locks of set back As I step forward off the corner out of my shell Like an extinct dinosaur Plagued by poachers Trying to trespass on my rehab dreams Forking my road Covering my eyes with counterfeit dollar signs Confused by white lines I refer to my Thomas Guide for direction Looking past the sunset I see my son standing at the intersection Between my life and the high life Together we turn right. -Irie Reyes