A TRUE TROPHY

BY J.HUNTER

Solid steel bent
Held together, by heat
Simply me,
Creating chi
Forever we
Such a simple concept
New ideas, can be

For only the few
On such said list
Even still breathe
Families that honor
The words in which
They speak
As the majority
Falter, turn & break
To flee
Running away
From all of the nothing
Thought to be seen
While smoked in
And stalled out
Behind another fiend
Regardless what one thinks
Family first is the keep
Next to the strength
Which it brings
Outside this bloodline
Lies fly
And it’s always, what it seems | JH

J. HUNTER WAS BORN IN GLENDALE, CALIFORNIA. HE DESCRIBES HIS FAMILY HAVING NO ROOTS AND THAT MONEY WAS BOSS — LOVE ALWAYS BEING BOUGHT AND SOLD FOR AN UPGRADE. HE KNEW THAT HE WAS MENTALLY DIFFERENT, SO HE LEFT EARLY TO FIND OUT.

PAIRED WITH “MY STONE MAZE” BY CAROLYN STICKLEY