Too many pieces fell, felt so hard to pick them up
I got so many thoughts, standing here with a funny face
Hand to a cup
How do I get pass this position?
It seems so early in this life
That I see myself older then my elders
How can that be possible?
Anything I get I feel payable
I was young so best believe I was surviving the times
Nas got me on some shit, so best believe my life success to his rhymes
Where do we go from here?
Throwing deuces to weird situations
Just coming back from a revolution
So we stuck here to mourn our closed freedom
Dumb is the confusion
Favor memorable thoughts just for a second standing ovation
Spitting gas lit breaths, consuming the hard times
Two ways for a poet to get paid, more than double its lines
I’m shy but that’s the first step to being confident
Felt lazy but I’m back in the moment
Nothing seems to be permanent
I know I’m looking for something better
So I don’t believe in being intimate
I learned my ABC’s and 123’s later than any 5 year old kid
But I became someone who understood what’s right and wrong from the absolute beginning
Pops always told me whatever you’re doing in life make sure you’re the best one doing it
At the time I only understood his broken English and how it made me laugh
I guess that’s why I think deeper than most kids
I guess that’s why I’m quieter than most fools
I guess because I had to work harder because my skin was slightly darker
A lot of people guess many things; guess that’s why we don’t develop into anything
I learned not to stick my hand out for the next man getting there’s
Been encountered by many of those, it was hard to stay true to myself
But when dying became an experience it gave me a chance
To stay focus in what I was doing
I needed to think about stuff no one else thought about
I continued doing things many would never talk about
I wasn’t trying to be different
I was tryna get rid of the things that made me feel bad
Still I continued being my own boss
Cause one day I plan on having my hands
In my pockets
While my legacy grow
But for now that’s something I always imagine
Right now I got class, the bell rings, here I go
Wake up in the morning, breakfast and leave, the world is already up
The Suns on top, and the royal palm lights us
Wassup ma, turn the volume up
Cause the bolero got me spinning my hips into knots
All I need are these sunglasses and shorts
Tryna keep my saturation dark and my skin close to the sanded dirt
So what you wanna do,
I got all the people I need walking the old streets, smelling the cologne in the air
Nothing beats more then the bass we here, non stop
Moving those beautiful hips, got all the men posted on one spot
It’s a community we grow into,
Abuelas grabbing you, greeting you on the cheeks
“Mi casa es su casa” she would say it
Too many positives revolves around theIsland
Growing up sweeties properly dressing in those little teeny bikinis
It’s a Natural fitting, that our body so close, we can only tell what were feeling
This beautiful setting got everyone’s morals in vain
And that’s what make me smile, no blues brotha
Just red skies, hot breezes, ladies that like the guitar
Play that smoothing rhythm –
Got us reminiscing of how we went through this metamorphosis, no bullshitting
De donde son los cantantes!
Cause I got me a melody for them to sing
Now they appearing from every corner
Got their guitars, of course strapped around their shoulders
The beat makes you move faster, soon enough it’s a bonfire
Put our excitement in slow motion and watch every expression
The sand we step on is the reason we come close
Know everyone struggle, so we can create a divine mellow
The sun is about to set, the wind blows cooler
No electricity for the rest of the night, but the lighters are opened up
Cantantes don’t leave just play the melody slower
Cantantes make me believe that there’s a world more calmer
What you know about those young brown kids at the age of seven
Having problems like a 30 year old man with a kid that’s eleven
Their ragged shirts half buttoned up matching the dirt’s color
Showing signs of vulnerability and the strive to conquer
Many dropped out growing up quickly
Pushing coals, hand marked with black, scarring them painly
A lot get up early, many don’t sleep
Hoping to make it one day, the highest elite
You can never understand how they become the man of the house
More like a mud house
Putting food on the table
But still catching lectures from their moms feet
What you know about those young brown girls getting picked off the road
Never to be found,
Their innocence is a fetish, and their personalities are profound
Many of them get no dream, crushed by the society’s tradition
To wash and clean,
Nose rings pierced everyday, each girl getting signs of marriage
Nine months later have a kid, now the rest of their lives are devoted
She has no words no say of how ones life should go by
It only cause trouble,
But we have two ladies fighting for the control of the country
Yet we always end up with a civilians rumble
What you know about our young brown country
Freed from the white man hierarchy
Left by our self it’s been 40 years
Still in third world poverty,
But patience is a struggle, knowing one day after all our sacrifices
We’ll grow to become a trusted nation,
Till we get up to our expectation, many others will be gone
We’ll always be alone, because we live different from them
What you know about our future, growing worse, but clear to understand
Were heart-filled, and brain-minded, soon destroy our factory, so no more
Nike brand,
Degraded mind stopped, ambitions increases,
More open grass, more tall buildings, we’ll never be defeated
I drove through talent but you gave me the best temptation
You made them stare at me, now I had to prove myself
None of them expected, what I did was your confrentation
But they love me so much, now they worry about my health
First one to ever be on-line to find out my motivation
I passed your senses, but it’s that word which brings fact
Never to expect that you were the one who gave me that
Remind me of my past bringing back to my foolish act
That I once was a kid who lived to impress and attract
You got me once, dumbed down toyour standard
I fell into your slumps thinking that was the shit
Little did I know I grew realising, keeping you in wonder
Discrimination was your thing, can’t lie that was a hit
Keeping your words in my cells, while yours begin to fonder
Look where you put me in, yes I’m growing better than you ever been
Created mentally faded into something, I was born to win
So I continue your thoughts, written next to my sins
That I understand what’s right, but more importantly where I been
Passing the dirt gravel into a alley of bright lighting
With the Bells of Rickshaws passing by tightly
Headphones high up I only watch them speak by me
Getting lost but these scent of coconut oil comes closely
Walking through the gravel it’s hot from the sun beaming
The soles of my Sandal burn, my feet begins grieving
..Still I’m Walking
But now its rain, never felt the water drop so deeply
I could never follow straight, the puddles of mud reveals me freely
..But, Still I’m Walking
Overhead trees frowned under from the water dripping
My feet are now calm soaking from the rain water climbing
Passing by the crowded scents I reached the open grass lining
The beaming stops, now its shades, I guess it’s a new beginning
..It’s time that I create my own weather of understanding
Passing the dirt gravel into a community of judging
With the bells of sense, I greet them nicely
My sandals feel brand new, my feet haven’t hurt lately
But still the scent of coconut oil is near, but not very tempting
**This was my first poem written in my poetry class**
