Surrounded By Four Walls

A poet got to have a sweet time creating her poetry; A poem do not got to rhyme If life rhymed, there would be a balance- no hard time No one would trying to be making a living of any kind. . For a dime Life is hard enough already Let the poet kid do her thing Watch her hand as it flows glamorously So unlike her life story; Pouring on the pages While the days shine, the nights get a glimpse of her quiet thoughts In a beautiful neighborhood, she lives Stays out of trouble, but you can not take the trouble out of her Through her drawings, hearts are traced Read again cause this not about a heart being filled For she carries a past that still has her quite drilled A few miles away On a corner of San Quentin There lives a middle-aged man To the world, on that day, He must have been seen as a psycho But to her, he is her lost uncle When she is happy She feels ashamed When she travels She realizes how lucky she is to be free Surrounded By Four Walls Uncle grows desperate Been crying for a change, a long time Sometimes he cries cause his hands hurt Why they got to be so mean? Can they not see this is a love waiting to be reunited? She whispers, “Uncle stay strong, when you feel like Dying, ask God to give you strength” As the day ends, a new day begins She wonders if he plays that day like a broken record, And if he has learned to forgive himself Although life goes on, There are still hearts that hate She understands, but everyone hurts She hopes someday they will learn to forgive Until then, Uncle’s story does not end until God says so