dad said:
"kick their asses"
'nuff said
on chicago-urban streets
no cowardice
in my hood
so
i bought into this
my head held high
my chest pushed out
my fists a-flyin'
ready to bully
or be bullied
bloodied
but proud
of my violence
yet
i discarded this sham
and hid in my room
plotting revenge
'gainst my enemies
i hardened myself
intellectually
physically
then
i had the ultimate fall
my head through the windshield
drunk like my old man
angry at the world
sick of watching my back
in schools
on jobs
in marriages
in jails
on the streets
onward
through decades
until
i had enough
bowed my head
slumped my shoulders
relaxed my stance
found my mind
embraced humanity
emerged
and found no terror.
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