If you knew me you would know
My father was a heroin addict until liquor took its place
He used to come home late and diss me in my face
My mother worked long-hours to support his habit
Until one day she had it and booted him out
My role model was gone and all I knew was his route
I started smoking and drinking
Shot my first gun without thinking
Bangin’ on city walls all the way to juvenile hall
Then I saw my first body drop
My heart stopped its original beat
Fear replaced by heat turned me into a numb human
For a while I couldn’t cry
My feelings died only to be revived in jail
Life without bail
But they left out a nail in my concrete coffin
My little brothers often saw me as their Pops
Cause I was all they knew
Soon enough they started drinking brew
and smoking marijuana too
I prayed in my cell every night before I went to sleep
In this wicked world I was in too deep
Dealing with my own demons
I questioned my old reasons for living
And started forgiving myself for what I felt
Change came in waves
I found a way to write and read to help my heart maintain
I’d seen my mother cry and bleed so I wanted to express that pain
My spirit was set free when I wrote my first poem
“I Know You Can Hear Me”
Now I can see clearly
Pen in my hand demanding the truth
From what lies buried in my youth
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