My Struggle


They lock us in these cages
And throw away the key
Say it ain’t no hope for me
I was only sixteen
When they gave me eighteen
Man if they really really knew
All of the s*** we go through
Maybe they’ll provide a better way
And lil bruh still be here today
These streets is unsafe
Or do they really even care
That this s*** is unfair,
We living in the slums, so you better not run
Cause they’ll shoot you in your back
And justify your death
Say I took away his breath
‘Cause I thought he had a gun
And wasn’t nothing in your hand
Now do you see what I’m saying?
History keep on showing us
That America don’t accept us
But don’t listen to lil ole me
Just watch and see
Trump about to show you
That this ain’t that land of the free
Nor the home of the brave
Money, lies and graves is what this country really about
And how it was made…


  1. Jeremy Thomas says

    Wow, this poem is amazing. I really appreciate its honesty and how aware it is. This is a very powerful poem. Please keep writing. Thank you for sharing.

  2. I echo Jeremy! “Wow” was my reaction as well. So sad that at only 16 these individuals decided that there was not any hope for you. You were just a baby. Who has there entire life figured out at 16?

  3. M Argersinger says

    This was a very honest poem. Appreciate you writing from the heart. Job well done.

  4. Hi,

    Wow. Thank you for writing this. I think you are right. Unfortunately, our society has normalized this type of attitude and behavior. Would you consider writing what you think a possible solution might be? How can we create a “land of the free and home of the brave?”

    I am impressed by your use of rhyme!! You managed to tell a very honest narrative, YOUR TRUTH, and rhyme almost every line!

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