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Carlos Guerrero Poem
straight out the womb, i consumed, nothing but pain,
cause inside the veins of my mother, i was smothered with rain-
trapped inside these ghetto chains, will i grow up to see 22,
cause my house hold is similar to a zoo, and my peers shedding tears,and knowing the end is near-
all i hear is screams, and it seems im getting use to my bad dreams,
shaking and sweating and ducking from peculiar things-
that the average kid shouldnt ever have to see,
well im finally 16 and im more flammable than a pool full of gasoline-
drug dealing, money making and enemy killing,
is all apart of my daily living-
not to mislead but the truth is what i speak,
cause in my life there is no way to eat if your heart is weak-
it was do or die,
bloodshed and mothers cry,
bulletholes from drivebys, and it hurts when your homie dies-
in and out of juvy and then straight to the pen,
and my dad passed away while i was incarcerated with a soul full of sin-
and now moms on the verge of losing her life to cirossis,
and after all the shit ive done and seen,
i finally realize theres a better way to succeed-
its time to grow,and let my shine blow, away any and all the negative that still haunts my soul,
and to me thats a miracle....
Copyright © Carlos Guerrero | Year Posted 2014
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