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
Categories:
carjacking, 12th grade, allusion, betrayal,
Form: Rhyme
No one goes down to crazy town
they stay put or don't care,
but floods seep
tides rise
snakes swim.
Crazy town does not knock
before it comes in.
Murderous are the many
who though few
do much when they do.
Bedlam glowers
bawls naked from gothic bell towers,
the batty belch bawdily
in the public square.
The cops run guns drawn
but they run the other way.
Crazy runs the subway
green are the goblins of crime.
Crazy craps in the street,
rats deplore the mess;
it's all so cruddy and awful
change the tv channel,
or turn the volume down
on high-jinxing, carjacking,
dog nabbing,
crazy town.
Categories:
carjacking, poetry,
Form: Free verse
In order to save myself from
drowning in my own feces,
I purge myself each day,
so the crap I call my life,
would not hamper me in any way.
Reality is something
I got to learn to face.
I’m no cowardice!
I love challenges!
But sometimes getting up
and reaching for the door knob
is the biggest challenge, I face
each day.
I may sound like I’m cowardice…
But think about it…
Pollution, carjacking, kidnapping, gang rape, low-pay, obnoxious co-worker, rude clients,
terrorist, racist, child ***********, human-trafficking, corruption, politicians…Dead!
I wouldn’t turn the knob today…
I’ll call in sick!
I’ll relax today…
If I do that,
I’ll miss…
Partying till dawn, getting drunk and hitting on the guy I’m too shy to speak too, baileys, sex
in the back seat of a car, orbit white bubble mint, using the internet service at work, using
office hours for my personal leisure, spying on the boss and his latest fling…
I can go,
on and on…
Good thing… this life I’m living…!
So tell me, if you can!
Why I still feel like
I’m drowning in my own feces.
Categories:
carjacking, depression
Form: I do not know?