This poem is dedicated to my son who was by me in the thick of the struggle, I am grateful however that because of a self determined path, our lives are no longer the same...

I slipped and fell
Now watch as I rise
Tears of blood falls from my eyes,
Lost forever in the earth below to bloom flowers, yeah flowers of a better tomorrow,
Steeling myself to face this future,
Breaking links with this acid ink from my pen it flows,
Remembering...
What it felt like below,
No sleep,
No car,
No caviar,
Beds without pillows,
Wondering what my son’s gonna eat tomorrow,
False promises,
Now all totally mine to fulfil,
So now you want us to share,
But why here,
Feel the full force of this chair across your face,
You see, charity begins at home,
And all you might get is a bullet from this chrome nine in your dome,
Home is where we never had,
Plus,
Families that forgot us at times we needed them most,
Knew no fun, my best friend a gun,
And red...
My most favourite of colours,
Now watch as it flows,
Like a carpet,
Making me feel like royalty,
From all the muthafuckers who wanted a piece of me,
But a piece of what?
Didn’t you notice my size..?
Look!
It’s bony!
Like a whip!
A hammer with fangs,
Why did you want to do us wrong?
When even I never knew what the next day brung,
Enough said; now I lay here on my bed planning laughter,
No more disaster,
Because tomorrow,
Tomorrow,
Is truly mine...
See that?
Feel it!
It’s the sun shining on my face, and its erasing the pain, the hurt, when you said I was weak, when all I did was to remain meek to the to the bile, rising inside, suppressing this desire to do that to which I know I’m more than capable of,
you know this unlimited strength, to tear, to smear, to create or destroy, to build armies of disillusioned souls, of my own kind, to reap that to which I thought to be mine,
Plus the power to resist the bull-shit you tried to force feed me, that’s when I smiled, bided my time, to explode when the time was right,

Now check your clock and look up at this glock, its loaded and locked...

And it’s changing the landscape of your face from my memories,
You think I did this all to rhyme?
Now all you all check the time...

Now look at me,
Me,
Rising these nines,
These nines,
These nines.

Like samurai steel,
Reinforced by bitter experiences, being at the butt end of your ridicule and endless laughter,
Envy,
Jealousy,
Your unlimited desires to hurt,
Though you never seen me cry,
You knew you were tempting fate,
Brewing hate,
And now you come with your belated “sorry’s”
“You didn’t knows”
“And make me make ups”
But make up what?
The bed, you already spread?
Now lay in it,
Feel the heat, the pressure, through which you put me, cause now it ain’t psychological, it’s pathological,
You wit me?
Feel me?
Fifty inches of pure steel,
Bracing,
Tearing your hymen,
No longer a virgin of my pain,
And I put you out of my misery,
You see misery likes company,
So looong
I’ve been alone,
Wallowing in this septic tank of faeces,
Refusing to drown,
Holding my breath, compressing, stretching, reaching out to the stratosphere,
To explode,
Like a supernova,
Pure brilliance,
And I thank you,
No me,
For the manure,
Which has bloomed me,
A flower,
Poisoned ivy with diamond thorns,
A messiah is born,
Now kneel and worship at the feet of a god and ask forgiveness for the wrongs,
And now think,
Think!
If you were me,
Me,
Would you give pity!?
Show pity?
NOW WOULD YOU!?
GO ON!!!
ANSWER ME!
ANSWER ME!
ANSWER ME!
Answer me...




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