When I meet him he was a virgin To my words But at the end of my appearance Virginity was no longer in his vocabulary 13 ? he asked how is it that I had seen Murder How could it be that God let such sin blind me But I’m not blind For I can see every thing these eyes were created to bear witness And sure many times I ask why me? But I can only look down at my feet in sorrow for so long before my neck starts to cramp up So no matter what image is branded in my mind it will only be a memory And A memory lives Off time And time is what I can not waist nor change So I must deal and move on And sure it sounds like a card game but what more is life Than a game that I must play. Wining is my only goal For I can’t rest in peace unless I have taken this victory 13 ? he asked with the look of surreal on his face because The scares on my skin are a disgrace because it was placed their by me But what he does not see is that scars represent what was and this is what Is now and what is now is me with no blade in hand because I have a man that will listen to my cry and even Dry my tears So I declare that today the blade is my worst enemy And no I will not keep my enemies closer than my friends. So as he sat across from me with his face twisted tight because he could not fathom that fact that I was only 13 and that my mind as reached this level of awareness to all That was wrong with life from domestic violence to war from pollution To abuse from suicide to teen pregnancy I have seen all This simply to see more I have been tasted in all the wrong ways and I hate this time of the year because on the 17 I will be forced to relive that day In a way stronger than any other day would have had an impact on my Memory but memories lives off time and time is what I can not waist nor change so hopefully scale will be held on that day So I could lose my self in thing my mother clams to have lost her first child to Poetry. 13? he asked how I mange to stay sane if my life seems to be based around pure insanity I simply reply 13 is a number and my words are life 13 will change but life is the same u live u die what is done in between that time determines if you win this game or lose and sure mistakes will be made but realizing and correcting your faults is how you win so yes I’m only 13 but that will change Life will always be the same. (so what do u think?) |
Middle/high school, and college aged poets whose poetry was born in the Bronx, NY, USA. These are our assembled voices, thoughts, feelings, secrets, memories and visions. We’ve discussed with dignitaries; competed with collegiates; we’re a stew of cultures; a quilt of heritages, and we come in many shades, shapes and sizes. We are now, and we are poised and ready to rock this tiny world. What you experience here is ours; visceral and aggressive, inquisitive and passive, and always true.
Feb 16, 2007
13?/life
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Luv IT!!! Really, this poem has real fuck*ng attitude and the images you create in it can really be viewed in one's mind, and i can just see it being performed already! ah , man, i wish i was bac home...good luck.
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