Trapped

Something just came to mind

Society had me trapped in the concrete jungle

Life threw the ball and I damn near fumbled

I had to teach myself stop the anger and live humble

It was a hard task when I had stomach hunger

I had two cousins, an older sister, and two younger brothers feed

I had to take risks for paper that is green

Since than a lot of people forgot how I got it

Black ski mask and a twenty-two is how I got it

I never had a dream to be a street soldier

But when the weather got warmer my heart turned colder

I was taught there is no love for a soft m**********r

If you wanna survive you got to be a real m**********r

Now see I believe being real is being there for your brother

Being real is being honest and guiding my love ones from damnation

I had sit down and contemplate about what I was willing to do for the nation

Living in harsh times didn’t mean I have to live a harsh life

Regardless what picture society tried to paint for me

I am in control of my own destiny

See when life threw that ball I almost missed it

It’s a good thing I refused to become another statistic

Author's Note

I'm trying to learn how to write poetry. Please be honest on it.

Reviews

[Cherrie Palmer]

poetry, it is so many things to so many of us. Mostly it is a need to express ourselves. (if only for ourselves)
If your writing creates feelings and or thoughts you are on the money and I find your work to do both.

[AllauraRose]

This is an amazing poem! You are such a talented writer! Your poems tell how you feel, you are opening yourself up not caring what people think and for that, I have much respect for you. Bravo, another poem well written!