My Cell
By DH
It’s in my blood, the trait of the drug
Sickled wit love for a cause that causes y’all laws
To disease young souljas
I’m trapped in this nightmare and praying for closure
But then I see nightfall
Then my environment slowly breathes quiet
And dark thoughts in my mind coldly creep quiet
I’m replaying the scenes that generations have seen
A past unshorn, while my father’s genes
Fit his boy like compression
Oppression of my bloodline before the Great Depression
My blood cells got invaded by their cancers
Genetically I’m strapped though, like Baking Soda’s Arm & Hammer
This virus…which provokes mental breakdown
But rules been that if you get down you stay down
That’s why I got up with the sunrise
And pretty soon I’ll be walking across the gun line
The gun line boss…you tried to lock me in that cell for life
It’s in my blood and my cells gon’ fight
The hell in my cell
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DH,
I really loved reading this poem! You did a fantastic job of representing a specific mental state. The rhythm was great, I could see it being preformed out loud. Your use of syntax really benefited my understanding of the poem. Keep writing!
Hi DH! I love how your poem rhymes and rolls off the tongue! This was wonderful, please don’t stop writing!
Your pain comes through in your words. You are not alone. Be strong and believe in the power within yourself.
I think that you weave a complicated, intense, and powerful story here. Thanks for your words and your writing. I can’t wait to read more!