By Guillermo Palma,San Leandro High School Youth Skolah!
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by Staff Writer Misunderstood Misunderstood cuz I was born and raised with a dangerous mentality of a dangerous hood. With my mom cryin herself tah sleep everynite, wishing her lil babyboy would sleep in his bed tight. I�m shouting out pain so loud which nobody can hear, me getting killed is my moms worst fear. Trying to express my pain but it just never comes out, but I feel that every single letter in this poem is screaming out loud. The stress took 7 of my friends but no tears come out kuz like steel I don�t want to bend. Hurts to see my homeboys name in the obituary, look at all the pain and struggle that surrounds my territory. But whos to blame for all this pain, all I can do is just keep it mom cuz it�s part of the game. But for the government in labeled a gangbanger, even tho that mite be true but I�m smart wit a heart like a pit so watch out muthafuckas cuz that means danger. Raised in a home were my pops is an alchoholic, I can hear him in the middle of the night choking on his own vomit. From my pops bein my biggest hero that I wanted to be, to him hitting my mom is all I would see. As a lil youngstah bein with the bigboys on the streets and on the block, doin what I had to do never tripn of the clock. Would never be home to avoid the fights, were the fuck have you heard of a 10 yr old coming home at 3 o� clock at nite. My mom had to raise 3 kids on her own, now I take care of my sisters and my mom cuz now I�m grown. Even tho I�m the youngest I�m still the man of the house cuz my pops ain�t down, I feel like I don�t got no dad even tho he still around. If my pen was my needle and my words were heroin, I would inject into the world and fuck up the government. Life is a burnin candle, once its out theres no coming just dirt and gravel. Get harassed by police a lot of choices I�ve made, but fuck it bruh I�m not the one to blame. Fuck a blue sky I rather let it rain cuz maybe it would help wash my pain away. |