Broken Crutch

Another soul has been set free Trying to be all it can be Which in reality isn't much Another cripple on a broken crutch Slowly trying to make his way Through the trials of another day Through my pen energy is spent As I try to circumvent I search for ways to relate I was once so full of hate I hated God for taking my mother The fact I was the forgotten brother I hated the poverty I grew up in Then I truly learned of hatred in the pen I rose to the top of the hatred pool Took pride in being a home-boy fool Just as a mother pulls her baby to her breast I blasted my hatred all over my chest I took love and hate placed them on a scale I weighed out heaven and weighed out hell I suddenly became overwhelmed with shame As I realized that I had gone insane For it became clear as clear could be The only thing I truly hated was me The last time I walked out the prison gate I stopped and shook off all my hate Praise God and the power from above My heart and soul were filled with love I came home and started to rebuild my life Was taught how to love by my loving wife I learned to love my neighbors regardless of creed Offer my assistance to anyone in need If your battling hatred heed what I say It's a hell of a price for a soul to pay Take your hatred and go to the mirror Ask of the Lord, "Help me see clearer" For hatred is just like any other sin It's not external it's born with - in You will discover a joy like no other As you learn to love yourself then your brother Another soul has been set free I'm trying to be all I can be Which in reality isn't much Another cripple on a broken crutch This poem is dedicated to Milton Hemsted who carried himself in such a way that in the most racial of environments I found myself with no choice but to love and respect that man. He broke down my racial barriers and taught me to love my Lord, myself and my neighbor. I hope someday we will get to meet again as free men. Love & respects Milton. I apologize if I have offended anyone and for the man I once was. God bless