Poem: “Generation X”

Generation X

Generation X the name they
gave us.

Foreseen to fail they described
us rebellious.

The worst generation
y’all say.

Why not explain to us or
better yet let me explain
to you.

I am one the Generation X
I can be cruel but also
good-hearted too.

The world changes and if you
are new to the world so
will you.

If you was me what
would you do.

Yes, I’ve been locked-up and
some of the best people have
too.

But don’t give up on me
because I wouldn’t have gave
up on you.

Let me tell you something…

I’m proud to be Generation X
because I will change the
world to a different tune.

So be ready to be shocked
because I am a part of
Generation X and I will be there to see
you soon.

Poem: “Don’t Give Up”

Don’t Give Up

I have come so far
There is so much I have seen
There is much more I want to see
But my incarceration tortures me
I keep my minds on books
That’s what keeps me free
I’m a free man in my thoughts
My body is stuck behind this cell.

Poem: “?!Love?!”

?!Love?!

Love.
What’s love?
I mean what’s the true meaning of love?
People use this word “love” all the time.
But do they really know what it means?
Some people say just to say it.
I think it’s a good feeling you have for someone.
I have that type of feeling for my family.
It’s a good feeling.
I thought people had that feeling for me.
But they did nothing but disappoint me.
That’s the feeling I’ve been having lately

    “Disappointment”

I don’t really know if that’s a feeling

Poem: “In Jail Or In Someone Else’s Arms”

In Jail Or In Someone Else’s Arms

Dedicated to my ex-girl
You was right, I was wrong

When u thought about me in the mid hours of the night
where was I

In jail or in someone else’s arms

When u wanted me, needed me and yearned 4 me
where was I

In jail or in someone else’s arms

When u held your stomach and looked into the
mirror as u thought about our future
where was I

In jail or in someone else’s arms

When u told me that when I’m ready my bed
will always be made where was I

In jail or in someone else’s arms

When u cried out of pain as our baby blood
rushed out your veins where was I

In jail or in someone else’s arms

When u sorrowed and couldn’t believe our baby
was gone where was I

In jail or in someone else’s arms

When u told me I was a dog and that situation was
the last straw where was I

In jail or in someone else’s arms

When u gave up on our love and decided not to trust
where was I

In jail or in someone else’s arms.

Poem: “Strong”

Strong

Strong people make life go on
And some people live nice and some got the right price
Rich or poor, people always want more even if their heart is open and sore
But that’s life and it’s what people adore.