I was born in 2007.
Born to a father I never knew.
To a mother who never bloomed.
With a sister who never knew.
With a grandparent, 5 feet under, 9 hours away.
In a great power, mentally stewed.
In streets of crack and cracks.
In a street of pain and blood.
In a city of malice and cash.
With a cut from a slash.
From a mother with a lash.
To my sister, self minded.
To my city, self-destructive
To my state, self-mundane
To my nation, self-insane
To my world, self-melancholic
I lived, a whirlpool.
I lived the maps of others.
I breathed someone’s signature.
I breathed others ‘ ideals.
I thought, no restraint.
I thought, with emotion
I stabbed, with relief
I stabbed, with liberation
I lost, what I’m owed
I lost, my own sanity
I love myself, I hate myself.
I love that I never wake up, I love the carelessness I have.
I hate my mother, I hate my father
I love my father, I love my mother.
I love for a quota, I hate for representation
Never I wish to live, anyway I lived.
traded from a continent of my race
I slashed, stashed, and dashed.
As a man, no care in sight.
My branding number: 11022007
I lived at home, my father afar.
I went to school, my life gone
I cried my eyes, my sister gone.
I went to bed, dead inside
I live in the streets, with ecstasy.
I had a smile, it fades away
I had a father, I have his blood.
I have a mother, A desk and chair
I have a sister, with the pearl gates.
I was left, a forsaken home.
No help in sight.
I fell to the ground.
No EMS in sight.
A maelstrom above.
No dinner in sight.
I see the gates.
No hell in sight.
Thank you for my food,
I’ll always love you mom,
goodnight.