My Life Is Like…

By CM

My life is like a chair with no legs
Or equal to a body with no head
Crying baby just wants to be fed
Go ahead, Slim, and jump off that edge
Ever tried walking on raw eggs?
It’s like living in your bedroom with no bed
Or waking up and your whole family is dead
That’s the moment we all dread
You didn’t care when you was serving that basehead
Just think about your life and what really lies ahead

I Come From

 By Gary
 Free Minds Poet Ambassador

 I come from a struggle
Welfare mother on drugs
And a dog eat dog world
Where they say only the strong survive
And you watch the murder of friends
Through your innocent eyes
I come from where the devil is strong
And God is weak
And the only time you pray
Is for something to eat
I come from a society of its own
But where I’m going is a different spiritual zone
Where I can sit and write at Sandy Spring lake
And not have to worry who is creeping behind the gate
I’m going to where God is pushed first
And the devil is so shallow
And temptation is so hollow
And my new friends so positive I’m not afraid to follow
Where I’m going is someplace positive
You might want to go

This poem was written on the recent Free Minds retreat to Sandy Spring Friends School, after walking in silence through a former stretch of the Underground Railroad. 

 

Da Struggle

By JP

 Kids starving, momma nodding and pops foreign
These are the broken homes that most of us were born in
No food, no heat, and no water
This here is poverty, where life expectancy is much shorter

No shoes, holey clothes, and runny noses
In a place where praying is unheard of and who is Moses?
Prostitutes, drug dealers and cold killers
Doing errands for them so I could eat is all I remember

Birthdays was the worst days
We had to steal out of stores when we was thirsty
They say that there ain’t no love for the wicked
But don’t judge us, life chose us—we didn’t pick it

Surrounded by steel gates, none of them pickets
It’s like we were raised for jail, I don’t get it
Kids getting used, molested, and abused
Wearing long sleeves to school to hide the bruise

“M.O.B.,” a lot of dudes say; they live by the rules
And the young girls think it’s cute, but they are so confused
But I love where I’m from—don’t get it misconstrued
Even back when my lil bro was crying from hunger
And I ain’t know what to do

A couple of years later and it still draws emotions from you
And it’s still taking our young men to jail by the bundles
I’m a proud survivor of our world that we call the jungle
And even when I get old and rich, I’ll always remember “da struggle”

Myam Erica

 By TH

 Myam Erica
 Where you’re either struck
 With poverty late or born
 With next to nothing..
 Where your wealth is determined
 By what drugs you’re smoking..
 No father figure,
 So the hustlers get put on pedestals,
 And parents use their kids as everyday drug mules..

 Myam Erica
 Where I’m labeled as a product of my environment
 Conditioned to believe my power came from a prison sentence..
 No hood affiliation is seen as a major flaw..
 And our number 1 goal in life
 Is to simply break the law..
  
 Myam Erica
 Where we learn more from music than our school books..
 And the first thing we practice is not a jumpshot,
 But our “cold Killer look”..
 No time for dull moments, so we search for our fun..
 But the games we play
 Always deal with bullets and a gun..
  
 See, I could paint a vivid picture
 With a brushstroke like Picasso..
 Or turn experience into music
 Like your favorite singer with their piano..
 Show off my intelligence
 And let them know we can better us..
 But that would go against everything taught in…
 My America

High On Reading!

By CS

When I read it’s like I’m smoking weed
The more I read
The more I need
I get so high on reading books
I be so high I feel so cooked

Different books is like different weeds
Every time I pick up a book I have got lots to read

When I read all my problems float away
I read so much it feels like I’m high all day

I read to get high
I read to get fly
The more I read the more I get by

I get so high on reading
So more books is what I am needing!

(Instead of smoking weed, you should read)