In the heart of Buffalo's frosty streets, Keisha Plum thrives, With words that sting and verses that mesmerize. Born from the East Side's gritty embrace, She weaves tales of contradiction, with eloquence and grace.

From the ink of her pen, poetry flows, A mirror to the world she intimately knows. Like the Sirens of old, her words enchant, Drawing listeners close, with a cunning slant.

Nurtured by the likes of Nikki and Maya's lore, And the beats of Nas and Jill Scott's allure, Keisha's voice rises, a beacon of light, Guiding those lost in the darkest of nights.

Collaborating with Eskay, her brother in rhyme, Their words intertwine, a rhythm sublime. In Tears of Honey, her truth finds its home, A testament to resilience, wherever she roams.

With each performance, she seeks to ignite, A flame of awareness, burning bright. Her path is clear, her purpose defined, To give voice to the silenced, in her own design.

In Plum Poetry we trust, her legacy unfurls, A force to be reckoned with, in this chaotic world. So listen closely, to the rhythm of her rhyme, For in Keisha Plum's words, lies truth divine.