PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Come with me on a journey into an unknown place,

Where struggle is a given and the world moves at a hectic pace.

Your mind is nothing but confusion- Your visions are illusions,

Where the "real" world is a source of amusement.

Are you ready?- Come with me.

Come see my world- Take a look into it,

See my everyday struggles and decide if you could do it.

Understand my thinking and my point of viewing,

Recognize my pain and notice why I do the things I'm doing.

Come with me- And see

Exactly how I have come to be- ME.

Growing up in a place- Where being white made me the minority race.

Disrespected to my face- Racism was flipped in this case.

Earning respect- By doing things that now,

I would regret- Fought for everything I wanted to get.

Literally battling against neighborhood kids,

I stayed out- They ended up doing bids.

Come with me and see how I was discriminated against,

Because I decided to wear baggy pants.

See how white people- Looked at me and only saw evil,

To them- I was just another "hood"-lum,

I never understood them- And they never understood me,

Never took the time to see- If only now they could see,

What I have grown to be.

A kid with knowledge- Greater than most would ever acknowledge,

Writing it in poetry- With a style that isn't taught in college.

Come with me- Are you ready?

See what I have become- A Poet,

Destined to be remembered and no one knows it.

Writing down the pain that most feel- But are too scared to reveal,

So in a sense- I heal.

Because as you read you feel- What I have felt,

And I reveal the situations- In which you wanted help.

I take you with me- I hope you're ready,

To relive the things you've felt already.

Relate to it- Understand it

Feel it- Grab it,

Hold it- And cherish,

Never letting the pain and hurt perish.

Feel me- Understand me,

Love me.

Are you ready?

Come with me.





Michael C. Lucas