Why Did I?

Why Did I?

I see the wind rustle the trees

swaying freely without any caution

with no worries about what they

do or have done, unlike myself who thought

"Why did I?"

The river, fast-paced and never ending

shines not color but the hustle of

everyday city life. Though the river may get

polluted and murky, the sun still shines

and legacy continues. That sweet

rush was taken away and I thought, "Why

did I?"

I remember the sun, showing me

the way. It was blocked by storm

clouds and mountains but still was able

to shine and light the way. It was my guide

the only reliable one I've ever had, now taken

away and once again I thought, "Why did I?"

I should have answered this long ago

but I just did not seem to know the

answer. A few years go by and it all fell

in place. The answer lies in my lack

of appreciation and gratitude for anything

life gave me.

Why I Play Basketball

Why I Play Basketball

Everybody shows up for a different reason.

A potpourri of ballers

Some guys come because they're regulars

Used to seeing all the fellas on a daily basis.

Some show for the first time on a tip from a friend

Try their skills in the best pickup around to see if they can hang.

A couple NBA cats roll through when it's their off-season.

Some jokers walk through the doors lookin' for

Nothing more than a sweat.

Some guys come to drop rainbow jumpers from deep.

Some come to throw their bodies around down low

To bang with the big boys.

Some guys pull in every day because they love talkin' trash

Barbershop talk in high tops.

They have something to say when they score.

They have something to say when anybody scores.

Some guys show up because they have nothing better to do.

Some workin' day guys show up from a bad day of work

And play until they get the sour taste out of their mouths.

Some guys come to dunk on somebody and hype up all the

Loud mouths on the sideline even more with a rim-rockin' two-hand bash.

Some feel like they're part of something, like a book club or a church.

Some guys roll in because they are addicted to competition

Got to beat somebody in something to be happy.

I show up cause the game is my life and it's the only place I get respect.

My Day

My Day

Everyday the sad and sorrow I feel.

No one can expect to be real.

Those feelings that I always felt,

I always hoped they'd melt.

Every day I wake up with the constant fear

Hoping if my freedom is anywhere near.

If you didn't know

This is how my day goes.

I open my eyes

I see nothing, what a surprise.

I take in a long, deep breath

And the air smells like death.

I think of what to do

In my small, tiny room.

I know what to do, my daily routine.

I pretend I'm stable and happy

But I feel totally crappy.

I pray for a guardian angel to save me

But, of course, that can't really be.

I force myself to eat

And for the rest of the day I feel extremely beat.

I go to my room and take a seat.

I'd love one conversation between you and me.

I lay down and pray,

Go to sleep and end my day.

Do You

Do You...

You don't understand what it's like

To grow up on the streets

You don't know what it's like

To act tough but be weak

You don't get what it's like

To be abandoned

You never felt what it's like

To have nothing to eat

You don't understand what it's like

To be thrown in the snow

In a tank top and shorts

You don't know what it's like

To steal to survive

And provide for your mama's kids

You don't get what it's like

To be locked out of the house

While running away from your "friends"

You never felt what it's like

To have no friends.

Can't hang out on the weekends

I've been through it

Tried to let go

I've seen stuff

That you never see on TV shows

All the negatives in life

All the pain and strife

Things don't end happily in the hood

Things are misunderstood

You're from the suburbs

Where everyone's a nerd

So you don't understand...do you?

Past

Past

my past isn't good

my past isn't great

there were awful things done

in front of my face

I tried to act tough

so I could keep my guard up

cause I'm afraid if I let my guard down

I'll also drop my crown

people say I'm intelligent

and I may be fun

but deep down inside

I just want to be loved

instead of wanting

to be loved I did drugs

I did it to take the pain away

so I could tell my family that I was okay

life could suck sometimes

i wish I could put it all away into a little cup

but unfortunately life doesn't go that way

and we just have to suck it up

Fair World

Fair World

I close my eyes

&

I see the wings

sparkling

big

&

pink

I wish I was that little girl again

who was afraid of the dark

had to have the little night light on

always asked to be tucked in

by mommie & daddie.

The fair world is so far away

but it feels so close to the touch

one little wish they told me

you have one little wish to come true

I wonder about it

I have a

castle

a queen and a king

that some times make me clean the dragon's area

a dragon that has fire breathing breath

really it's fire

yucky prince

&

all the love in the world

that one wish

I do not know what to ask for

maybe I could ask for new sparkly wings

when I open my eyes everything's back to the way it was

I'm in 213

wearing khakis and a polo

I read all beat up books

What happened?

In a Well-Ordered Universe

In a Well-Ordered Universe...

In a well-ordered universe

I wouldn't be myself

I wouldn't be so messed up

wouldn't need mental help

I wouldn't hurt people

or lose the ones I love

I wouldn't hate myself so much

my family would think I'm enough

Suicide would never happen

at funerals we wouldn't cry

no more people killing themselves

not having to wonder why they wanted to die

In a well-ordered universe

no one would be handicapped

there wouldn't be insecurities

the innocent wouldn't be attacked

There would be no rape

no more PTSD

there wouldn't be victims

survivors are all we'd see

There would be no racism

no more discrimination

we wouldn't hear or say racial slurs

only love across all nations

In a well-ordered universe

everyone has hope

there would still be tragic accidents

but everyone could cope

There wouldn't ever be a miscarriage

all parents would stay with and love their children

Mommies or daddies wouldn't just up and leave

no child would look at themself as a sin

Police brutality wouldn't exist

no one would have ever made any drugs

these foreign substances wouldn't enter our bodies

addicts would be addicted to hugs

In a well-ordered universe

I would be myself

everyone would have self-love

and instead of degrading

we'd give each other help

What's the Point?

What's the Point?

Dedicated to those who wonder

Somebody once told me to stop writing

so dark. Somebody told me to write

what's in my heart...

And somebody told me to write about

what awaits outside these gates

And to that I'd like to say...

What's the point?

To write about something so far away?

What's the point?

It's something I may not obtain...

So, what's the point?

So I could leave this place knowing

poverty awaits, saving my place.

What's the point?

The world is full of danger anyway

can't even walk down the street

without somebody taking aim.

So, what's the point?

Cause I think the world is fueled by hate

So I pray to god that I'll be safe when I go to

what awaits.

Poetry Guy

Poetry Guy

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We are grateful for what you do for us.

You teach us how to express ourselves

and how to write.

We get so excited to hear the words

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That means he is here.

We no longer have to hide.

He brings in stories and is always

up to date on the latest events that

have taken place.

Poetry Guy, we are glad you come in.

We are inspired by all the poems you bring.

You bring your binder and copy down your notes.

You see who we really are.

You don't take us as a joke.

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