Birthday today im 23

23rd
Today is a better day
twenty three sure feels strange
body growing older mindset resetting
two decades and three years wow how fast
years goes by I remember 25 cents prices oppose
to record high! 90s baby the best of my life
as I look back on all the birthdays I had..
I believe I did alright
bday poem

Religious Struggle

I see the conflict
between the jews,christians,arabics,ganstas,thugs,and sinners
its war in the cracks
killing all the children who need the love most
growing up carrying a book preaching peace only to slip...
falling down from coast to coast we all need it the most


i cried tears of war tears kids running away
losing the thugs becuase they lost way
dont hate this post becuase you dont think this way
we so blind we wouldnt recognize god if we saw his face
callin on everybody to save ourselves from ourselves
stay strong>......

Complaints

Over the years I always believe. The distance

Between goals so far apart I couldn’t reach

Never once seeing past achievements

Or looking at the feet to see

How far I already gone

 

Over time and two decades to count for and some odd months

Comparison has turn happiness to pure hate

Hungry for knowledge

Yet three strikes at home plate this worth is disease

 Sickening

Corrupting my need to prevail

 School is jail, class a cell, and work a punishment

 Because my disability closes

 the exits of opportunity of my life

You see

OVER THE YEARS

I help plenty people

More less than myself handing out hands like an octopus

Secretly crying be that it may

Wanting a family so I ship flaws to build a false me acting as college

Is a university why can’t I pass o my god!! The agony

 

 

Ontop of it all I lost my job

Never miss a step treating people with respect and stab by the company

I sweated & mad but small underneath composure disguising truth I want

Everything life of bread offers yet scraps I receive…

Ahhh so much built up over the years where do I release at last broken leg

Help me help the soul my faith my life help me…

Colored Rain

Drip drop drip drop

Cometh a color slaved of poverty

Enslaved by riches or the mix society

Weather the rain cause the colored of black

Clouded the air nobody see the dream because MLK

is gone and Malcolm x said fight back so when the drips of drop hits the other track wait for the dismissive  eyes hit you back