Get Your Premium Membership

2014 Style Breakdown

Born in a neighborhood where crime is the law
Mom dragged me out before I had learned to talk
Out of the frying pan, into the flame
Into a new hood where it all was the same

Do children know when it's gone wrong?
You'd never catch me singing the other kid's pained song

1997 style breakdown
Everywhere you turned was a ghost town
We're handing over the reigns of this land
When nothing's left upon it but old sand

Staring out into the empty blue sky
I've got a thought and it's starting to terrify
Fourteen more days and I'll finally know
Am I a statistic or am I on my own?

Do adults know when it's gone wrong?
I've learned enough to write my own pained song

2014 styled breakdown
I'm feeling lost and don't think I can be found
I'm gripping onto what's left of my reigns
I'm not ready to hand over these sandy plains

My name is blank space for me to write
Whatever I want instead
If I'm not content with the man that I am
My skin I know I can shed

I'm bleeding again from what I've been put through
The light of the sun is hot
I'm sending another persona to be
The messenger who gets shot

Why am I writing all these names down?
Who's God am I pretending to be?
Is something growing somewhere safe in her self?
Have I brought something forward from me?

I'm sending to my prayers to whoever takes them
That all of this fear will end
I'm sick of not knowing what peace really means
My good will is starting to bend

Dream
Is this all a dream?
Oh, 2014
The worst that I've seen

Now, scream
Let me hear the scream
Erupting from me
As the light lost its gleam

Copyright © | Year Posted 2014




Post Comments
Please Login to post a comment

A comment has not been posted for this poem. Encourage a poet by being the first to comment.