Poem: Word to Lil Brova

Word to Lil Brova

 Well dis is what I got to say, don’t go out there running the street like me everyday.

 I mean just look at where I am at and where I could have been in could have been at home with y’all but I’m in jail with my cuzzins and guess what we all failed.

 I failed as a big brother to you I was there physically but not really there for you. I fought for you, kill for you, even when we were little I usta steal for you because that’s what I didn’t want you to do.

 I got beat up for you, even got jumped for you because as a big brother that’s what I was there to do to protect and believe in you.

 Since I was little my criminal way put me in awkward positions but as of today my criminal ways are finally finished.

 Well what I’m really tryin to say is don’t be like me be better than me show me that running the streets don’t run in our family.

 Don’t be no fool like me not going to school and breaking every one of mom’s rules.

 Show me that you can go to school and get A’s and B’s and get on the honor roll don’t give it to the streets but give god your soul.

 By the way give mom a rest she don’t need no more stress on her chest she already have enough coming from me that’s why she always have swollen feet but just tell her prop up her feet I’ll be home any day now from her son.

You’ll See

You’ll See

What am I doing in a cell?

I should be home getting ready to go to school instead of trying to make bail.

I realize my mistakes and that is good to know.

I’ve changed and I want to do better, but first I have to get home.

I see things differently now I won’t do wrong.

I know people say they not going go home and do the same thing.

But stupid they be and go do the same thing.

It won’t be me, I’m not going back out there and do the stupidity.

I’m going to go to school and get as educated as I can be.

I just need you to believe in me, on TV  I will be you will see!

Silent Voice

Silent Voice

Hear me as I speak not out loud but silently.

No sound do you hear from me, but my words speak loudly.

My words hit you and your face drown with tears.

My words hit you and change appears.

I write to change I write to arrange all in a large range.

To not use your brain… You don’t think that’s insane?

To look down on each other that’s old it’s now lame.

To not want change you’re being ignorant you should be ashamed.

Assassinate your so-called differences.

Eliminate racism we are all human and we all possess a soul.

Help each other because we are all one in a whole.

No matter if you’re White, Black, or any race no one should be controlled.

I’m sixteen and I carry myself as if I was nineteen probably twenty years old.

My voice is silent but my words are very loud and they’re not getting old!

Poem: “What Don’t Kill Me Can Only Hurt Me”

What Don’t Kill Me Can Only Hurt Me

Remember when I was on the moped and got hit off
or when I was on the dirt bike and my hand almost got cut off
you probably think I was a daredevil wit the sh*t I was doing
but I was always under the influence.
I remember when I was younger and my mama used to leave me
and always left my grandma to feed me.
I had a lot of attention but I never wanted to be seen
I never thought of crying ’cause that wasn’t my thing
They say everything happens for a reason
I wish I knew mine while I’m sitting here counting out seasons.
Right now I feel like I’m in a lot of pain
and as 1, 2, 3, days go by
I still feel the same.
You heard, “What don’t kill you can only make you stronger.”
Well, I believe that metaphor no longer.
When your heart was broke did you feel stronger?
I bet your heart felt like it was in a coma.
What didn’t kill me left me wit a heart ache, cut, scare, bruise, or sore
and I never felt stronger then I was before.
Will I be stronger in the long run if you leave me?
Thinkin’ hell of a lot I think I found the key.
Everybody go off what they hear or see.
When the truth is what don’t kill
can only hurt me.

Poem: “Trapped”


My vision obstructed by the bars on my window as I watch the sun’s incline
Regrets escape for only a moment, moving along hastily as time.
Trying to drift away from this place of hate with gates laced with knives,
but I’m trapped within a cage that holds me close while manipulating my mind.
The stone walls whispers attempting to soothe my hunger while caressing my pain.
Freedom, I strive for though some days I feel as if my struggle is in vain.
My cries for help are smothered by screams of frustration, day to day stress I live through
Yesterday was like today and tomorrow is the same I’m trapped in a realm of déjà vu
Why’s are no longer summoned while my pillow fondles my neck and head
Nights no longer filled with sweet dreams only nightmares pictures of the dead.
Tucked neatly in my coffin longing for slumber, just wanting to rest in peace
Instead I’m trapped in prison from being caged in by the streets.