Failure to Inspire Someone

No one saved me

I was in danger before I became endangered

No one saved me

I was deceased before they pronounced me dead

No one saved me

Troubled youth?

Nah, just was never guided correctly

You see, I was private property

Property of Section 8 housing authority, da’ federal government’s slut

Property of the youth penitentiary, juvenile justice my ass

Property of the mortuary, da’ coroner was my father

No one saved me

I was wounded before the bullets even struck

No one saved me

I was a failure before I even began failing

No one saved me

I lost my faith a long time ago,

ain’t stepped a foot into church until the day of my funeral

Witnessing your childhood friends vanish like objects in a magician’s act

Witnessing the world become superficial in its morality

Witnessing blue-collar colonizers pushing u out of your own neighborhood,

I live here

Where else will I go?

I was homeless before they put me out on the street to fend for myself

No one saved me

I waited for a savior, but I knew he was a fictional character

You really think I needed a book to tell me that?

No one saved me

You don’t miss me, you’re happy I now passed away

You’re happy you won’t be seeing my muggy face ever again

You’re happy you’ll no longer smell any malicious intent

on me, never mind my mustiness

No one saved me

They were too afraid to

No one saved me

They knew of the insight in my possession

No one saved me

I couldn’t even save myself, unfortunately.