Childhood Nightmares
Poem: Childhood Nightmares
Close your eyes and follow me into a place of mass destruction
Into a place where innocent kids die because bullets outside just blast for nothing
Snatching babies from their homes just leaving mommas hopeless
When dealers decide to slang dope more and start to hope less
Into a place where it's kill or be killed visualize the civilized turned into criminalized and victimized
Where snitching can get you bullets in mommas kitchen
Or bullets in your children
or close friends missin
Envision drive byes being done with precision
Precaution,
lost in the hoods of the ghetto, the rules in the streets
Where staring at someone too long can and will get you beat
Looking to survive So we got babies toting heat
Pull the trigga little man there ain't time to get cold feet
When a lifestyle is forced upon you before you are able to differentiate your left from you right
Where the smell of gun powder greets you in the day while the ringing of gun shots wake you at night
Begin to confuse life with Nightmares
Start living out lucid dreams
But these pictures ain't perfect
And neither is our endings
Where one on one fist fights turn into a battle between gangs with guns and knives
Mamas tryna protect these kids but too scared to step outside.
When children are victims of grown man mistakes
Robbed of their innocence
And given bullets with the wrong name
Where colors can get you killed if seen in the wrong place
Cuz Pirus and Crips empty clips
More often than kids by chips at the corner store
Got chips on their shoulders and don't even know why anymore.
Where fellow brethren see each other as nothing but targets
A place that brings "the man" pleasure, a grin placed upon his face as more brothers are seen off the market
A place full of bloods and crips
Who leave nothing behind but a lot of blood or crippled people
Where the only goal is to make it through another day breathin
Follow me into a place where dreams are only dreams, no attempts to reach them
Scared to grab hold of them
because nobody wants to cuddle with their Nightmares
Where you gotta grow up fast cause momma won't always be right there
Dealers approach you saying I got what you need right here
Careless killers, shoot you down and leave you to bleed right there
And that's the reason you make sure you got the heat right here
Follow me into a place where your days ain't never fun
See a car cruise down the block window half down they aimin at you, you better run
Or end up dead with investigators putting a blanket over your head like Michael Jackson son
A place Where book smarts hold no value
Best believe that book won't keep the crook from shooting the gun at you
And out here cops don't care about the crime rates
I mean if all of the cops are crooked why would they care if I'm straight
Man in that place it seems as if there is never anything right there
Glad to say I got away to a better place, I see nothing but good right here
Growing up fast helped me escape all of those
Childhood nightmares
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Written on March 05, 2017
Submitted by rodneylawrence768 on August 27, 2023
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Closest metre | Iambic heptameter |
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Words | 636 |
Stanzas | 45 |
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