Poetry Readings

My World

I live around basketball courts and people selling newports.

My mind is filled with thoughts: the brigand is chasing me and I'm always getting caught.

Opening my eyes while being taught that my dreams will continue, it's who I am and in my personality.

Even sometimes it's because of police brutality straight turned to fatality.

This creates my sadness as well as losing my mom. The woman she grew up to be was the bomb.

But now she's gone and all I feel is pain. It's so insane cause I feel like I'm the blame.

Life has changed being on the chain. Having fears of being shot in the brain, and with people praying for one, they didn't know the name.

It's worse when feeling of thinking my brother would lose his life like Mike Brown and the others.

My world isn't as it seems, it's so dangerous that police are around killing kids who are nameless by making them famous.

Their just killing without a good reason and not even going to jail for treason. Families are crying while their children aren't breathin'. Their stating true claims, but the feds and judges aren't believin'.

{10/6/16}