I've been away for a while but I'm back in action. Here's a new poem I wrote this morning to get me back into the groove. Enjoy!
I don’t like school. It’s not for me.
I like rough streets and poverty.
As I sit and watch my brothers die
in my silence, I fail to rise.
But I don’t care because it is not my place,
No one cares if I stop the race.
I can stop half way and say it’s too hard,
Without ever even trying I can kill my people.
The words I spout, show ignorance, half empty signs of bliss,
And even in a no talk, posture only event you can see this.
You can see my hatred for myself; you can feel my self esteem fading
As I keep degrading myself in my music, in my actions, in the raising of my children.
Head hung low, hoodie on my head, spending most of my time in bed.
Or on the corner where my real friends are…they have my back but not my head.
Encouraging me to leave the loving embrace of a mother, the guidance of a God and the presence of structure, I am led by what I see but never stop once to THINK.
Money and power are all I want but the road’s too long to go the right way so I’ll make a short cut and end up farther away.
I live a lavish lifestyle, I want a big house with many rooms, all my friends can live with me….the one’s from my corner and the next.
Most of the time these wishes come true too….I take the shortcut like those before me and wind up far away, in a big house with many rooms and all my friends are there, from this corner and the next
But unfortunately this house is called Jail.
As I pass through the doors it all comes rushing back.
The times I sat and thought I was in lack but was actually wealthy. Had an opportunity to use this gift, this talent that could heal the world and bring my brothers back from the pits.
Each time I let out a word it could’ve been worth more than spit, what my mother said was right. Education is the key, but if you never finish the race you’ll never get to the door that the key unlocks.
