Zamalek is the Island above, splitting the Nile River. It’s where I ran the other day. It’s hip, urban, and full of punks because a lot of young kids hang out in that area. One kid tried me on my run. I didn’t flinch. Next thing I see are two younger boys waving me down and cheering me on. Yeah, they caught the vibe and threw it right back. Others, I guess couldn’t take it…
Monday, January 23, 2022
Running next to the Nile I had to smile,
At her, because she stares,
And beast cares.
Running next to the Nile I had to sing,
To them, because I had a song,
And silence is wrong.
Running next to the Nile it’s filthy,
But beautiful, wasteful,
A hustler’s selling note.
Running next to the Nile she smiled back,
I’m nice at what I do, it’s true,
Because I don’t get tired,
So leave me alone,
I’m living inspired.
Running next to the Nile I ignore the ignorant,
Who step in my way—which’s risky,
You’re either with me, against me,
Or chancing your destiny.
So please don’t f*ck with me.
I’m a selfish running asshole,
Dreaming over rivers between Giza and Cairo 🙂
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