More Than What I SeeA Poem by Eddie PhillipsFolks can give up everything to fit into something. The results are almost always wrong.
I wanted to believe that I had a purpose and destiny. However, the soft voice of darkness called, and I listened too hard. It lured me with money, sex, and distraction, so I dropped my guard. What could I do? When my momma died, all my family and opportunities were gone! Hurt and abandoned, I gave folks my body and still felt alone. Who am I? Momma, how can I be a King when I don’t own anything? I crash on friends’ and enemies’ couches with nowhere to go. I have been beaten, robbed, and molested by everyone I know. How can I show love to the happy brothers and sisters I see? How can I love those who, by chance, do better than me? I know hate is wrong, but at least it is something I own. Hurting folks makes me feel I am not in this Hell all alone. Do we all share this fear? I robbed a Black man last night as he was walking home. I beat him, took his money and left him silent and alone. A Black man, he knows what it means to be angry and scared.
I was a Black kid once, like the ones you see growing up today. However, neglect, abuse, and hate have helped to guide my way. I am gonna be that King that my Momma claimed me to be. If I can’t do it with love, I’ll use hate to drop men to their knees! Yet… In the deepest parts of my being, I want to be better than what I see. I want to be a Black man that can hold his head up in these streets. I don’t want to hurt you, but I don’t know how to rise or escape. I need God or someone to show me a way out of this self-loathing and hate. © 2023 Eddie PhillipsReviews
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1 Review Added on September 20, 2023 Last Updated on September 20, 2023 Tags: More than what I see AuthorEddie PhillipsDenver, COAboutWriter, Scholar, Martial Artist, Poet, etc. I write everything. Whatever is on my heart comes through my pen. I do not limit myself to only write what I think. I write what I feel. I write a lot .. more..Writing
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