James Lewis Poet Rhyme

The Art of Storytelling

Facedown on the carpet I just knew that I would die, 
the red obscures my vision as the blood dripped in 
my eye,

I never saw it coming, tell me, how could I have 
slipped? But let me back it up a bit and tell you bout 
my trip.

My mother was the type who gave me food but fed 
me lies, the woman gave me life October 5th of '85,

while growing up I always knew that something was 
amiss, my 16th birthday's when I found out true lies 
do exist.

October 2K1 my goodness, it was such a time, I 
lived my life the 'seat of pants' way, out there runnin 
wild,

my b-day gift from Uncle Sal which I was blown 
away, a nickel plated 22 he called a 'throw away'.

Mom Dukes was straight addicted to a lithany of 
drugs, my father died absorbing quite a lithany of 
slugs,

I thirsted for the streets and no amount of love could 
quench, to now possess a firearm, it all now 
seemed a cinch.

I had some people over to the crib to celebrate, my 
little cuzzo Pop and plus my homies Rell and Nate,

we had the PS2 because that Madden game was 
heat, you know how things occur sometimes when 
you expect it least?

It seems that day my mother really snorted up some 
blow, she had assorted stains of snow which 
showed around her nose,

when Moms got high the sky could fall and she just 
wouldn't know, she also had a case of real loose 
lips because of coke.

Now everyone was chillin, plenty happy times for all, 
then Moms approached my Uncle Sal, the rising of 
my fall,

she then just spoke out loud enough for everyone to 
hear, 'Why don't you claim your son right now while 
everyone is here? !

The music stopped and pinheads dropped I'm 
thinkin who the F? Now cheery Sal with teary smile 
embraced me to his chest,

'I'm sorry it was done this way but yes there's 
sumthin true, I have 2 sons see Pop is 1, the other 1 
is you'

I fainted, dropped my brew and don't know what I'm 
gonna do.......

To Be Continued......

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Claire Burke April 30, 2011 at 7:06 AM I enjoyed reading your poem it was a story combined with poetry and you have included lots of information of the story, which can be hard to do. Whether it's a true story or not it is good as many people can relate and poetry is a BIG self counselling method it helps you lever the weight off your shoulders.