My Truths and Thoughts

We’re living in an era of ignorance 

We lost our innocence

At fourteen you’re too young to vote but old enough for death sentences

 
These politicians are hypocrites

For the atrocities that they commit we face imprisonment

 
During this pro American sentiment

How could we forget the scores of poor ignored?

While we finance a war 

 
That bombs then rebuilds them

Feed their children

 
While the ones back home

Have to fend for their own

 
Life is wonderful and miserable depends on the time frame

The birth of my sister and the death of my Grandmother

 
I went bezerk and I was terribly hurt,

While she lay on the Earth shedding tears on the dirt

I cried to the sky please guide me father

At times this world is so dark I need night vision goggles

 
I lost friends to ignorance

Bullets and jail stints

Drug habits and various patterns of bullish 

I've navigating through dangerous

Streets trying to claim us

Beast trying to tame us

Friends turned to strangers

I have ducked heat from flamers

By menacing strangers

Thinking I will survive like Gloria Gaylor

 
It’s a small world but I got big plans

But it gets hard like trying to jog through quicksand

But I found GOD on both knees with clutched hands 

But kept getting invitations from the Devil to dance

 
So I went below the surface

Became more observant

 
Handshakes are fake they don’t mean a thing

A smile can be a predator preparing his fangs

 
I severed ties with friends whose minds were stagnated

Had king pin dreams but never quite made it

 
Friendships were torn

And habits were formed

 
And the ones who escaped crack

Heroin snatched

 
And I engaged in acts that were so ungodly

Only he can judge me punish me or pardon me

 
Watching this world makes me shed eye water 

Our sons get slaughtered and denigrated ours daughters

It’s the sign of the times can’t you see that people

First it rained airplanes then the mail was lethal

 
Ghetto youths in disputes they spray A.K s

Suburban kids throw pipe bombs in school hallways

After so many years of feeding violence to youths

I guess those chickens came home to roost

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