Do You See What I See

Do You See What I See

A Poem by BoSweets
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I was so disturbed after seeing the news and a day out in my community & other nearby communities and decided to write about it. Message to all, but primarily mothers & youth...

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You, running from the police

Pants at your ankles

Shuffling across the street?

 












The scene of every crime,

You lying in your drawers

 Butt naked, dead

In nothing at all!

 

Lil’ man barely learning to walk,

Struggling to hold his pants up

Momma’s boyfriend wears it like that,

Mommy thinks it’s cute!

Look at my baby…

 

Do you see what I see?

I see you

I want the nice shoes and ride,

 I just ain’t ready to die!

 

Becoming product of environment,

 Hustling to survive

You become property of state

Unable to escape

 

The label,

That’s now placed on you!

 

FELON

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Rehabilitated or not,

Your life is shot!

 

There’s nothing left you can do,

But pray to God!

 



That is,

If anyone took time to introduce you.

He’s your only way!

 

Now you sit, do what ya’ gotta do

To get through each day!

 

Do you see what I see?

 

Our future,

Our black men,

Diminishing!

 

 Right before our eyes!

 

Recognize

You

Are our PRIZE!

 

Mothers know,

You can change it all up!


Take time,

Grow your boys up!!

© 2010 BoSweets


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PREACH!!!! SO MANY PEOPLE NEED TO READ THIS...OUR BLACK COMMUNITY (ESPECIALLY URBAN) IS CONSTANTLY FALLING BECAUSE OF THE STEROTYPE. THE SAD PART IS...THESE MEN LIVE UP TO THE STEROTYPE, LEAVING THE WOMEN TO PICK UP THE SLACK. This piece is POWERFUL...and that's even an understatement. I'm adding this to my favorites.

Posted 14 Years Ago


I like the powerful style in which you write - a bit like a rap somehow, with its message of appeal to escape from the cycle of deprivation and poverty through sound parenting... as EmpressPoetess says, backed by God-fearing principles. It's not easy to send a message like this through a poem but you do it in a challenging and effective way...

Posted 14 Years Ago


I appreciate the message here. When we marginalize whole segments of the society through cyclical poverty, we are the true losers. We are less without them.

Posted 15 Years Ago


This one the people need to hear.

Posted 15 Years Ago


Very innovative. Putting God first is the only way to stop this cycle. Diligent study of Him and his son Jesus, will teach both parents and their children how to live a peacable life, and to imitate Jesus, not some unwholesome character. The word of God is ALIVE! and it works out what's good and decent in your life. But look for Him BEFORE trouble comes, not after...That's the most important thing! Enjoyed this write.

Posted 15 Years Ago


0 of 1 people found this review constructive.

The cycle of crime must end. my dad was a killer. The Army taught him him well in the Korea War. He came back and killed three men in a Detroit bar in self-defense. After prison he raised me. He told me simple. You will be educated and have a purpose. Or I will kill you. I listen and my life is Ok. Us raise in the dirt must put our children on the right path. Simple we raise our children with respect and parent guidance around them. Ain't easy. Two powerful poems. I taught my childrem. Education, education and more education.
Coyote

Posted 15 Years Ago


0 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Sweet truth. Well written.

Keep writing. :-)

Posted 15 Years Ago



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BoSweets
BoSweets

Saint Petersburg, FL



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BoSweets currently resides in Saint Petersburg, Florida and is excited to share this journey of life, love and thought provoking poetry and look forward to touching the hearts and minds of many, conne.. more..

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