Thursday, 24 May 2018

Knife Life Will Never Make it Right

Knife Life,
there’s no need
for a fist fight,
I take it out
and stick you
whether it be
day or night,
thank you mum
for bringing me
in the world,
but I got to leave it,
I got to drop a body
because I can’t drop my pride.

It’s so hard
being young,
If I don’t die
by the knife
Then I’m going
to die by the gun,
taking out
be taken out
by someone else’s son.

In truth I am alone,
where I live
there is no job zone,
most of us do not
have a home,
we live in the streets,
we don’t kick rocks
but sell rocks,
our life expectancy
is unknown.


You are young,
You have time to
find your intention.

To the privilege
my life’s nothing
but a movie,
they sit at home
watching the same
old news,
would they help?
if they really
knew me?

Police don’t protect,
If I snitch
that’s my neck,
I got to prove
it to my set,
I won’t be part
of the gang,
he’ll call me small fry,
I’m a big fish
I’ll prove I can
bring him net.

The Knife does not
better your life,
you cut someone else,
you end up in a cell
in a living hell,
home becomes jail,
because the choice
you made was not of
your own story,
just another street tail;

should have lead,
been a head
in your decisions,
not let an older man
send you on
street missions,
you do the crime
and the time,
he’s got the bread
so many more pigeons…

Stool… stay in school,
forget the detention hall,
I’ve been there with friends…
that I thought was cool,
now they are in and out of prison,
they fell… so please don’t you fall,
rise to your future…
don’t cut your life small.

Le “Wise With Words” Hornet

This poem was Inspired by
 the Documentary by
Jermain Jenus
as well as the constant increase
for awareness
for a future generation
left in a state of unfairness.

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