Hellbound

Too much introspection and a poetry slam.

I write these lyrics like they’ll save my soul

It ain’t no use

I’ve done things I shouldn’t

To people who deserved it

So mama it ain’t gonna end well

But what do you care

Since daddy left

And your abortion failed

So I gotta always ask where’s Mikhal

 

This is becoming a habit

The red lines of skin

And the black lines of lead

Saying f**k you mommy

Where’s daddy

And why do I only have one brother

 

Maybe I’m hellbound

It’s not what I meant

Can’t say it’s not what I want

And I’ll go down swinging like all

All those greats and hobos

Everyone else hates

Goddess I hope all of them ain’t right

Or this is all going down

With the stroke of a gun

And mama that’s not right

 

So much for our humanity

F**k humanaly kindness

Ya read about last week -

Eating flesh while you’re at it-

We’re all heading for our something

Wrong  

 

Author's Note

I came up with this when I heard some poetry at a poetry slam and than was asked to write two poems "of the self" for a scholarship (best way to fuck up the system is to be inside it no?) and I decided to do one for before I was 16 and one for after. This is my "before 16" poem when I was a street kid. A side note Mikhal is my twin brothers name ( he was adopted out to my oldest aunt), and I have an older brother I grew up with as well.