THANK YOU FOR READING MY LIFE STORY. THERE AREN'T MANY OF US LEFT TO TELL THE TALE OF THE "INVISIBLE LEGENDS OF HIP-HOP" A BRONX B-BOY/M. C. LEGEND GANGSTALLY YOURS, M. C. EL BEE PERCEPTION OF LOVE Poem written by M. C. EL BEE They say that love isn't supposed to hurt, but passive love never corrected anybody from the ghetto. The sign of true love's face comes to a world who has gone astray from its moral self. She rides high on the planes of open-mindedness; it makes excuses for its way wood ways, resisting anyone who offers true love, for true love in the eyes of way woodiness often appears harsh, cruel, painful, sorrowful. Only the immoral sees love as passive to its corrupt self.