Black Poetry : Running

krazelyricks

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I was looking in the mirror the other day
And I saw an image of a girl running away
She was scared
And I didn't know what it was that she feared
Her face was ice cold
But she wouldn't say anything, her speech was on hold
She held herself and I couldn't help but to look in her eyes
And the tears that she cried

She sat on the ground and that's when I saw what was around her
It was people from my old hood around her
The drug addicts, the dealers
Murders, and bad mothers were running after her
Every time she stopped to get a breath they got closer
So close that they almost took her
Took her into the darkness around her

They laughed at every tear she cried
Did everything they could to take her pride
And I sat there not knowing what to do and why
I wanted to go into the mirror with her and ask why
As I put my hands up to the mirror
The girl paused and looked dead at me, as did I to her
As she paused I saw a greater fear than before
She almost ran from me, as if she was afraid of me more

I didn't understand, all I wanted to do was help her
And she pulled away like I was an enemy to her
I looked up at the mirror in shame
And then I closed my eyes in pain
When I opened them, the picture was gone
And I stood there in the bathroom mirror alone

Looking back, I now realize that those images were me
The girl in the picture was me
I was looking at myself
And everyone else
Well, they were the people who were trying to bring me back down to my old ways
The good part is, I stayed far enough for them not to get me day after day
The sad part is, I strayed so much that I didn't even notice myself in the mirror when I saw me
I forgot what it was like to run into that guy I knew at the barber shop
To run from the red dogs and cops
That was me, and I forgot

I've gotten too settled into the good lifestyle
The one with the connections to better things
Red carpets and wedding rings
To realize, the hood made me WANT those better things
Now, I realize like the girl that I must keep running
And not be afraid of myself but to be proud of myself
No man, can take me up nor down unless I let them
Looking at myself in a mirror face to face
Let me know, I need to be myself and nothing less
I've stopped running!!!!!!!!!
 

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