Black Poetry : Left Behind.....

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  1. Floetic'Soul

    Floetic'Soul New Member MEMBER

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    Bang. Bang. Bang.
    Sounded like my toy drum
    But I know where that sound came from
    Mama said keep your head away from
    That window
    “I ain’t visiting no kids in the morgue”
    See, she used to say the hospital
    But that was before all these little
    Friends of mine
    Stopped breathing
    In my dreams I keep seeing
    Heaven’s body on the concrete
    Tears I had to keep
    Inside
    Because as much as it hurts
    It’s the new way of life
    On all sides
    And I went from playing four square
    To one
    And the ball don’t bounce right like that
    All them days playing football in the streets
    Man, I’ll never get that back
    And it all comes down to one cruel fact:
    Guns make more noise than kids these days
    And pretty soon there’ll be no more kids to play
    And it’s sad
    When I end up losing
    All the people I should grow old with
    Gangs rule the streets
    And adults don’t wanna speak
    So my chances for survival
    Got weaker
    My mood is a little bleaker
    Because the sounds from the speaker
    Keep saying be like them
    But that's no true way to win
    So what do you do?
    When you're forced to sit in your room
    Waiting for ghost to play with you
    And while I should be learning 1,2,3s
    I'm discovering the meaning of R.I.P.
    I bet I get an A in that
    And the other day
    I made this rhyme
    And my teacher shook her head
    Bullets Fly
    Friends Die
    Mommas Cry
    I play by
    Myself
    It's hard to see
    Eighteen
    Better yet thirteen
    And I'm worried
    That I will be next
    I guess when you're a kid
    That's what you expect
     
  2. Destee

    Destee destee.com STAFF

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    WOW ... can a thing be so stark and beautiful, at the same time?

    i'm with you on this ... i am so with you

    beautiful

    thanks for sharing

    :heart:

    Destee
     
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    $$RICH$$ Lyon King Admin. STAFF

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    A story i live , a verse i spoke and lines that has held me deep
    I feel all this so deep within and we wonder what ever happen
    to the yesteryears ....Today da streets a death trap and children
    become bait and preyed upon .....whewwww!!!! help us all.
     
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    blakverb Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    Brother, it's been a while since I've been back to destee (I was one of the originals here many years ago), and I must say this is a "breath of fresh air" piece. Splendid brother. 10 blak fists raised in the air.
     
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    lessons in life. i've walked those streets...felt the bleakness they had to offer...saw the laughter fade from the face of children...into this weird thing life had made them into.

    THANK YOU.
     
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    Truly a sad but so very real commentary on what many of our youth face today. How can a child answer the question, "What do you want to be when you grow up?" when they don't even expect to live that long?

    ....Like Marvin said, "Makes me wanna holla."

    Enjoyed, young brotha.


    Keep flowin' and like your mama told you, "Keep ya head down."
     
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