Locked Up

By: MS

My head hurt waking up in jail
Tired of being in a cell, it’s hell
6 months have passed, I don’t want to be here no more
This is not complaining, this is me being for real
It’s not my motivation, but it’s no hesitation to kill
My poems, don’t know if I’m right or if I’m wrong
Being locked up the time feels so long
Listening sometimes turns to instigating
I’m really debating—a lot on my mind—too much time to be waiting
Raised by my mother eating beans and rice
Cuz my father didn’t raise his kids, he’d rather raise dice
My life is not too nice but I guess that’s life
Wondering if I’m going to be locked up for the rest of my life
When he seen what I did he was shocked cuz
He has just heard me talking about never being locked up

2 Comments

  1. Ed Jones on November 24, 2013 at 10:24 PM

    I like the rap rhythm. i got really interested at the end when I found out that he (your father, right?) was shocked about you’re going to jail. I wished the poem had gone on longer!

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  2. Sarah S. on December 25, 2013 at 5:01 PM

    I almost feel like there are two poems here: one that ends with “too much time to be waiting,” and then the second one, which starts with “Raised by my mother,” is left unfinished. There seems to be more to the story there and I’m curious to see in what direction you were taking the poem. Would you consider a follow-up?

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