I Speak


I remember when I was young
Hoping, feeling, believing
Things I was supposed to believe in at that time
Until I got in to the next grade
My mind got scrambled
Like eggs on a skillet during breakfast time
I was still young
But not in my mind
I was doing what I wanted to do
I didn't care what no one said, because only I knew what was true
As I grew up
I started to realize
The people I love and know
Start to die
Murdering, killing and drug-dealing
And no reason why
I can only grab my book and start to cry
I keep my cross close
And I'm proud to say
That without God
I would have lost my way

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