I told my best dude
There is know fuckin Hood that can
Restrain me from growing beyond a certain point
Case in point
I have no family I have nothing
I learned everything I know the hard way
I lived under a freeway
I heard cars passing over me head 24/7
I barely slept at all
But I made it through the the hardest part
Some days I wished I was dead
But I thank God today that I am still alive
Regardless of the pain Inflicted
I still have a nice life
I use to live under the freeway I said
Know fuckin hood could ever hold me down
Instead I chose to use my head
I thought outside the hood was dead
But I realized what I had just said
My dude can't nothing or nobody
Hold me back
I will come back to the hood
But it will be me passing by inside
Thank you for asking how I am doing
All I can say is I am good my dude
- Author: O.G. Tone (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: August 15th, 2024 14:32
- Comment from author about the poem: This poem is about Redemption in how we over come Diversity.
- Category: Reflection
- Views: 8
Comments2
A sad poem of having nothing but become hopeful. Nicely done.
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