it’s the first word that comes to mine
now that I put the past behind 
it’s up to me to make the good or bad decision
it ends up in math term like division
this is like terrorism 
it also saves the day and keeps you safe at night 
what we really want to hear is Later, maybe, or just plain ole yes
the word I’m talkin’ about can make you sad 
come with tears or hate for the moment
but I’m kinda glad cuz I’m still alive 
No longer a fraid and still shy 
It feel weird to be grown and ask to go outside
and get the powerful word that keeps you alive 
and the word hurts worst than being shot or stab 
the home boys will call you a lame if you don’t smoke 
but keep in mine the powerfulness word on earth 
now between jail and the hospital it could change yo
hole life you ain’t got to be in church to do the right thing
just keep in mine the most powerfulness word on earth 
the word that hurts the most 
that word is Nope, Naw, or just plain ole NO                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    