Scrutinizing My Writing - Poem
See, they are still laughing
scrutizing my writing
see your Mama
get hit too many times
and ask me why am I so violent
ask me why my father left
and never came back
why the bottle over the years
has been more of a dad
why my Grandma died
and never saw me make it
why the only time I kissed
her
she was under a flower
arrangement
see I don't owe it to myself
I owe it to my family
that is why I take offence
when fake emcees want to
battle me
I am mentally disturbed
I swear something aint
balanced
if my body is a temple
than that crackhouse must be
a palace
and I can still recall the
early years
I am only 4 years old Pops
why you giving me beer
throwing bottles at my Mama
always fighting
everytime he drank
he'd tend to get violent
but check it my heart no longer
holds a place
because where was he at
when I was smoking base
when step pops was beating me up
socking my face
when I had nowhere to go
when I was locked in a cage
and then these enemies flashing
throwing up their sets
see I don't even bang
but I am caught up in this mess
Everyday guns blast
and bullets fly
innocent bystander
and the kid was only 5
his mother mourns his death
crying everyday
now there are candles and flowers
on the curb where his body laid
in hopes my little brother
and my little sisters
won't grow up
in a world that is so viscious
I will die for my family
I am their protector
I will be their knight
evil harm interceptor
battlefield Earth
Tournament life
every man, woman and child
is signed up for this ride
little boy don't cry
Mama did not abandon you
what are you going to tell him
that Mama had better stuff to do
need to stop lying and face the truth
and if the end is near
just how saved are me or you
will I see the light
or will I be too late
with the rest of the sinners
outside Heaven's Gates
why despised
lost in a world of lies
you ever broke down and cried
because it hurt inside
alone in the dark
and I can hear the echoes
of the past
just telling me to let go
so how do you expect a future
when destiny is wrote
will I live to see my children
or will I get smoked
where is the antidote
because we are dying in need
and no one is going to help you
just watch you bleed
I raced out the
door
spitting out blood
all I heard were
screams
from the woman I
love
young tears
witnessed
domestic
imperfection
why has the
outcast
grown to be so
reckless
the black sheep
the one that got
away
never really
returned
from the last time
I went out to play
puzzle without
closure
blade with no
sharpness
star without
exposure
pacifist gone
heartless
am I priceless
art, or am I scribble
I am everything
you hate
from the time I
was little
played for keeps
scrapping on the
street
till we bleeding
on concrete
got to cut out
cause I can hear
the sirens
street life,
drugs, alcohol, and violence
damn, I was my
mother's first born
now I look at
myself
as the cause to
why her hearts torn
my mind is sick
my heart is worse
angels crying in
the heavens
cannot describe
the hurt
lights flashing
lives crashing
purple moon,
violet skies
life hurts, and
everybody dies
dreams and
promises
I tried my best
but they blew up
in my face
and punctured my
chest
I played with the
current
now I am drowning
in the flood
with everything to
lose
tonight I cry blood
Listen to the
sounds
of the sirens
outside
who said life was
fair
and why did that
boy have to die
every night on the
same steps his Mama cries
and she don't know
whether pray
or curse the
bloody skies
Baby Sis crying
saying she don't
want to live
just a baby and
already
I see the anger in
that kid
it aint safe no
more
bullets flying
like confetti
all around me
adversaries
got me staying
ever ready
and I can't hold
myself back
I just want to
avenge
in church they
teach peace
on the streets its
revenge
laws pass and
still some laws
stay unwritten
I'll take the law
into my own hands
when no one will
listen
Mama I am sorry
for what I do
and how I live
it is too late for
me now
save your other
kids
I am a lost cause
from the 1st time
I left the house
like the man on
the corner
it aint alright
now
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