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. 


We Gotta Be Strong


We gotta learn to be strong
We gotta know right from wrong
We all make stupid mistakes
We all cried for days that could turn into lakes
We all need to take a deep breathe
Being strong will make us invincible to pain
Life surely isn’t to be taken as a game
Being strong will help us understand
We all gotta know where we stand



Struggling to pay rent
Long nights but fast days
Stressing just thinking
I could get a couple grand
Off a couple grams
Temptation, damn
Stuck in my daydream of making a living off a life of crime
Forgetting about the consequences and possible jail time
But that won’t happen to me
That’s what she told me
You’re too slick
You move too quick
Is what temptation told me
But what she didn’t tell me is prisons are filled with people
All race and backgrounds who listened to temptation
I was tempted not to write this
But I just hope my mistakes could be an eye opener for someone





My worries make me upset
And my toils make me bitter
My heart always misleads me
But my blood pumps quicker

My soul has been drowned
And my wings have been clipped
I was once a glorious Angel
But now I roam the devil’s pit

Full of transgressions
Violence quenches my thirst
I know no one can find me
But I still seek to be searched

I bow my head in shame
As chains hold me to the ground
There are others just like me

But I can’t blend in with the crowd

Boils grow all over my body
As I get slashed with a whip
Pain gets lost in memory
As my bones become content

Tears turn into ashes
Skin turns into dust
But the light beckons for my attention
As GOD lifts me up

Dust turns into skin
Ashes into tears
My wings grow twice as big
As my soul reappears

As I ascend into the light
I take one last look at hell
I still know my battle awaits me
But with GOD I can never fail


What If


What if human beings lived eternal life
No harm, crime, or death caused by gun or knife
What if pain was a desired pleasure
That healed heartache and found lost treasures
What if dollars hung from trees
And tons of gold could be fished from seas
What if rain washed away hate
And thunderstorms drowned envy for goodness sake
What if the wind was a daily guide
That held your best interest and stayed by your side
What if God was a phone call away
To sense the problems you face day to day
Is it too much to wish that I was blessed with a gift
To make a dream a reality instead of a “What If”?