Freestyle Life

Tue, 05/07/2013 - 19:15 -- drikk

Location

70113
United States
29° 56' 32.0172" N, 90° 4' 54.066" W

Waking up to screaming, fusing, and dishes flying.

Looking around asking why my lil sister crying.

Since I’m the oldest I gotta take care of the kids.

I’m the one every night making sure homework did.

School life ain’t no better than home.

When I’m in class, all my mind do is roam.

I didn’t want my future to turn out this bad.

So I made it my mission to not be like my mom or dad.

I never thought being 16 was like being in a war.

Now, at the battlefield I’m just trying to find that door.

A door out of this drama, a door away from pain.

I just need a wise mans wisdom to get out of this despicable mind frame.

I never thought messing with boys would be so much.

And everything that’s happening started with one soft touch.

Crying in the bathroom ‘cause I’m late.

Thinking nine months later about that due date.

Baby’s here, more tears, well that’s nothing new.

Stepped up to the plate, wearing my blues, I make sure I got money when rents due.

School in the day but hard at night.

Imma get my education so my baby never has to go through this fight.

‘Cause where we from, stray bullets don’t have no names.

So I tell my sib-lings keep they head down when they playing them games.

I keep food on the table and I fuel my son’s intellectual flames.

So my son will never have to play these hunger games.

My baby father waiting on that DNA test, which was true.

Now he’s ashamed of all that he didn’t do.

He was living that life of crime.

Now he’s out of time.

I never thought being 16 was like being in a war.

Now, at the battlefield I’m just trying to find that door.

A door out of this drama, a door away from pain.

I just need a wise mans wisdom to get out of this despicable mind frame.

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