PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Ambitious and eager

Pursued my dreams and got hit with a cleaver



Repelled a boy

Regressed to sticking to toys'



Although I buried my wishes

Tearing out the ground they bloomed prolific



All my help was from my Mother

That woman with all my heart I love her



She told me I was "THE ONE"

No high school diploma and the earths scum



The residents hated me

My youth they stood afraid of me



Gang banging and drug dealing

My room was the hideout

My road dogs use to provide help



Then the system took me

I can't count the endless bookings

High school was not to be had by me

Even the institutions didn't provide a thing



My Hood is of Old Roots

Time enough to acquire mass feuds



In a 32 man cell

Average population 15 of my enemies were held



Spit on and taunted

Dry mouth before I got my saliva on all them



Alone on my own I'm a criminal

A fight gets an inmate locked down five 23 hour days

Beating a faces

My psyche wasn't phased



But something bad happens after a week

So confined I can no longer sleep

I was afraid

My eyes had a constant leak





Reflections of where I came from and was going

The second I was activated into the integration

For their turn more enemies were waiting



I hated the trap

The scenario fixed my life to bind a revolving rap



I had succumbed to evil

I really learned how to annihilate people



Out of my lockdown cell

I had premeditated intentions

I raised all hell



Then my Mom was informed

Private meetings and her pleas I ignored

She gave me biographies to read

The answer to what I needed if this life I would ever be leaving



The first one took a couple weeks to complete

By the second one I had been surprised of how I retained the knowledge so deep



Fights took a day to shake the stigma

Then I read a novel in hours and it took me away from the prison



Hundreds of ways to get a daily pardon

Ended them on the time they were started

Released from the gates with much more than a soul that was hardened



Weird thing though

God from out of nowhere entered my temple

I was warned against letting my violence being a solutions way of being simple



The way to evade Satan was so hard to shake

I can't help but check every minute to make sure I'm still awake



Worry to never be the younger me

Hell is not over losing me



The pain has relapsed in writing to you

I cry and still remain strong in both ways



Physical and mental are in the state of their potential

I fear no man but God



Go against me

I am that word you heard called the "odds"



Wisdom and peace are my only desires

Applied fighting and mind games

I’ll tare out a conscious and then tissue from a brain…



TRUE STORY