Sherry Beck Poet Rhyme

Illusionary Art

My perception of the world is illusory art
The darkness is absolute
Women suffering violent abuse
From the one who said, “I do.”
Men and women  pushing dope
To innocent souls searching for hope 
Carjacking, kidnapping, and kids without a father
Rape, fraud, human trafficking and manslaughter
Women tearing down each other and disrespecting their mothers
Men trample over society causing everyone to suffer
Shackles, chains; imprisoned in the brain
Depression and suicide
The world is insane
Neglected children needing somewhere to hang
“Hey Lil’ Bro come join our gang.”
There in the wake lies the devil’s den
Next level self-destruction surrounded by sin
Drive-bys, Do or die
We are brothers Fam
Lay down yo’ Life
“Do it for the homies, don’t let down the tribe!!”
Now you have a teardrop
For all the bodies that dropped
The executioner's face stays hidden
The judge handed you a sentence
Yet, you hold your head up high
Beaming with empty-headed pride
Because you didn’t snitch
On the one who left skeletons in a ditch
Their crimes stay hidden
The Hood Tale legend
“You can never get out!”


Written by Sherry B

@2024

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Duke Beaufort March 29, 2024 at 7:46 AM Sherry, thanks for this write. There are many paths we can take in life, and you describe one that destroy the values many of us hold dear. This is powerful and disturbing, and the desire to make a respectable life available to more people is not easily made possible. It requires a lot of work on many levels. Sherry Beck August 23, 2024 at 12:33 PM Amen, Duke. The longing to forge a positive life feels like digging from a deep, dark grave. Yet, even in those depths, seeds of resilience sprout a muster seed of hope. Thank you for the feed back, I appreciate it.

Anonomus Scorpio March 27, 2024 at 5:47 AM What I remember from days long ago spent on grinded concrete; are not the lives of the ones who sent bullets to make others shatter. But loving mothers, elderly that still cared, small children who still felt loved, I still want for those streets occasionally; not just my memories matter..... keep writing Sherry! Warmly A.S. Sherry Beck March 28, 2024 at 3:53 PM From personal experience, I understand that regardless of the challenges one faces, the demonstration of love from others has the power to triumph over suffering.

Silent One March 22, 2024 at 1:36 PM Your poem serves as a poignant commentary on the systemic issues of violence, poverty, and inequality that continue to plague society, particularly in marginalized neighborhoods. It challenges readers to confront these harsh realities and consider the underlying social structures that perpetuate them, while also acknowledging the resilience and strength of those who continue to persevere in the face of adversity. Sherry Beck March 22, 2024 at 4:07 PM "Thank you so much for your kind and encouraging words. They mean a lot to me."