What you know about growing up being a disgrace to your family
What you know about hiding in your bedroom cause you’re scared of the reality
knowing your dad never gave a **** about you & left you behind
but as a youngin’ in this cold world, you’re naive to the signs
So you watch thru the window or checking thru the mail for a letter or birthday card
from the one person who never said goodbye or even gave you his best regards
What you know about feeling like the laughing stock of the high school
trying to act tough like your friends but you do nothing but make yourself look like a fool
being called names everyday so at night, you think about bringing that tool
to school & unleash madness on all of those fools
who made your days hell all because they thought it was cool
to pick on the kid wearing bummy clothes & those same run down shoes
& wanting to stand up for himself but in a fight, he’ll lose
when he stands toe to toe with the bullies only to be knocked out & talked about in the news
What you know about having a razor in the right hand & a gun in the left
looking for that shoulder to lean on but you ain’t got nobody else
who gives a **** about you enough to watch your back
& although God granted you life, you beg him to take it back
so you’re on your knees every night hoping to die in your sleep
just to wake up the next morning mad because you’re able to rise to your feet
confused as to why you’re still here & not deceased
just because the good Lord didn’t end your journey even if you did say please
What you know about depression?
What you know about built aggression?
What you know about looking at your mother to realize you’re her blessing
cause you’ve never been arrested or been out late & had her stressing
not knowing if she’ll get that call to hear you’re locked up or dead
from being in the streets, mixed up with the wrong crowd, & shot in the head
by another brother filled with rage but you weren’t involved
in yet another cold case that’ll probably never be solved
What you know about looking at every other guy & wishing you was him
just because he gets attention from the ladies & they’re attracted to him
then you ask yourself, how can I be like him
dress like him or even get the ladies to like me just like him
how wear my clothes a certain way just make them smile like him
& it makes you even more jealous when you know that you’ll never be like him
What you know about writing your life in these poems
just to see if someone can feel it like they feel those heartfelt songs
to the point where they shed a tear over your words & your voice
then you think about quitting all because you don’t have that voice
to bring your writings to life so they’ll have a deeper meaning
but you know your work to serve so you keep me believing
that one day you’ll be the one to bring change
to the next soul that you’re meant to save
- Poetic Venxm