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Poem: “Generation X”

Generation X

Generation X the name they
gave us.

Foreseen to fail they described
us rebellious.

The worst generation
y’all say.

Why not explain to us or
better yet let me explain
to you.

I am one the Generation X
I can be cruel but also
good-hearted too.

The world changes and if you
are new to the world so
will you.

If you was me what
would you do.

Yes, I’ve been locked-up and
some of the best people have

But don’t give up on me
because I wouldn’t have gave
up on you.

Let me tell you something…

I’m proud to be Generation X
because I will change the
world to a different tune.

So be ready to be shocked
because I am a part of
Generation X and I will be there to see
you soon.

Poem: “Don’t Give Up”

Don’t Give Up

I have come so far
There is so much I have seen
There is much more I want to see
But my incarceration tortures me
I keep my minds on books
That’s what keeps me free
I’m a free man in my thoughts
My body is stuck behind this cell.

Poem: “?!Love?!”


What’s love?
I mean what’s the true meaning of love?
People use this word “love” all the time.
But do they really know what it means?
Some people say just to say it.
I think it’s a good feeling you have for someone.
I have that type of feeling for my family.
It’s a good feeling.
I thought people had that feeling for me.
But they did nothing but disappoint me.
That’s the feeling I’ve been having lately


I don’t really know if that’s a feeling

Poem: “In Jail Or In Someone Else’s Arms”

In Jail Or In Someone Else’s Arms

Dedicated to my ex-girl
You was right, I was wrong

When u thought about me in the mid hours of the night
where was I

In jail or in someone else’s arms

When u wanted me, needed me and yearned 4 me
where was I

In jail or in someone else’s arms

When u held your stomach and looked into the
mirror as u thought about our future
where was I

In jail or in someone else’s arms

When u told me that when I’m ready my bed
will always be made where was I

In jail or in someone else’s arms

When u cried out of pain as our baby blood
rushed out your veins where was I

In jail or in someone else’s arms

When u sorrowed and couldn’t believe our baby
was gone where was I

In jail or in someone else’s arms

When u told me I was a dog and that situation was
the last straw where was I

In jail or in someone else’s arms

When u gave up on our love and decided not to trust
where was I

In jail or in someone else’s arms.

Poem: “Strong”


Strong people make life go on
And some people live nice and some got the right price
Rich or poor, people always want more even if their heart is open and sore
But that’s life and it’s what people adore.

Poem: “Matemáticas” (“Mathematics”)

Today we have another poem that was written in Spanish and has been translated into English so that more people can read it.


a veces odio las matemáticas porque las comparo
con la forma que tengo que vivir

los problemas nunca terminan como los números,
mis problemas se multiplican, y mis alegrias se restan
mis días de desesperación
se suman, y mis preocupaciones se dividen
entre mis familiares y amigos, las matemáticas
son mis problemas, son los que
tengo que vivir


sometimes I hate mathematics because I compare them
with the way that I have to live

the problems never end like the numbers
my problems multiply, and my joys are subtracted
my days of desperation
add up, and my worries divide
between my family and friends, the mathematics
are my problems, they are the ones which
I have to live

Poem: “Time”


Traveling the sky-blue sky,
Pondering on what to write
Temporarily escaping my reality,
And I’m home eating a variety of hot, spicy Latino home-cooked meals.
Everything feels just right.

Every new poem I write is a new-grown green leaf on an old brown tree.
Vast amounts of trees are found back home
Where you see monkeys swinging from tree to tree and where I once lived truly free.
This pen bleeds my thoughts and emotions,
I write best when I’m alone, at peace and without commotion.

Dreaming and writing are ways of obliterating the abyss we call time.
Focus on the positive things you can do,
Forget the negative things you’ve done.
Time is a word, numbers are digits.
Both man-made, Time doesn’t really exist.

Poem: “Ain’t No Second Life”

Ain’t No Second Life

I started off when I was young, explicit situations.
A whole lot of drama, family problems
I was raised to have respect, but I was raised wit no father.

I see the temptation, and I feel the fire when my heart beat
I’m weezing when I speak; it’s kind of hard for me to breathe.
The chills from the wind and the smoke in my system
Got me paranoid in the night.

I do what I gotta do, but I can’t do what I wanna do
Without God in your shoes, it’s kind of hard to do right…
That’s why I think twice when I move
‘Cause it ain’t no second life when you lose,
So make a choice when you choose.

Poem: “Conversion”


Rafael to Rahael, one day it took.

As I inhale then exhale,
I pray by the book.

From nothing to Islam,
I like what I saw.

From unstable to stable,
I like what I’ve withdrawn.

From bad to good,
I try to be on my din.

To humble from mean,
I do not for green.

I do for blessings for the hereafter,
You know what I mean?

As I read and learn, I teach in turn.
Umma and sabr is what I have earned.

Poem: “Time to Time”

Time to Time

Time to time I think about dying
Time to time I think about crying
Time to time I think about trying
Time to time I think about lying
Time to time I can do good
Time to time I could do bad
Time to time I’m so sad

Poem: “Mystery Lover”

Mystery Lover

This girl dun blind my view like a shiny watch,
She has my head thinkin’ emotional like the speech at the Million Man March.
Sometimes I just reminisce and smile,
Because of how much I miss her.
Her ways, her style, her whole demeanor,
I never knew I would find such a strong, independent black sistah
that I could talk to like she is my biological sistah.
She knows who’s real and who’s a wangsta
So don’t try to bring your weak game if you a pranksta.
Most dudes can’t even handle her
They say she too aggressive or mean,
I say that’s my mystery lover
You just don’t know how to persuade her.

Poem: “Sphinx’s Princess”

Sphinx’s Princess

Jeweled beyond compare
Worth more than worth,
More beautiful than nature
My sphinx’s princess.