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Poor Kid Dreams

From nothing to something... literally

By savage writerPublished 6 years ago 2 min read

Yasmina’s Necklace has

taught me that opposites

can attract if the purpose deems it

A female refugee from

Iraq and a businessman

from America coming together

through trauma was a

gifting experience that

brought me to my feet

That kid from the Weequahic section

who grew up barely scraping by is now

at a prestigious university

on a scholarship writing

his truths and watching theater plays

I was in Bauer contemplating

how far I’ve come

All those close calls dat’ Savage had

Growing up in a brutal household

Controlled on the daily,

not permitted to be

Khali for more than

what I was allowed

Bullied and gaslit for

all twelve years dat’

I spent in the school system

Betrayed and doubted, I was

told that I wouldn’t be nothing

I was told no one wanted to

receive what I had to offer

People who I once knew either went

to the sky or the slammer

Even my own father has

Could have easily been me too

Most High had something

different planned however

Took me up out of that

Higher you leap, the

racial gap becomes wider but

I must be in that room so more

of my people can be there in the future

Who ever said dat’ I was

kissing up to anyone?

I’m trying to better us

I’m trying to uplift

other people of color

This cycle of destruction

must cease at once,

I will not stand idle as

we continue to crumble

Why are we so scared

to fight for our power?

Snap out of that

slave-like assed mentality

Quit settling for what’s convenient

because that will not get us anywhere

Stop relying on the White House

Let’s put our own money

together to clean the

water because the mayor

keeps bullshitting everybody

Have our own sports

leagues and entertainment

franchises because they

ain’t nothing but the circus,

Colosseum era ringing any bells?

Guess who are the animals?

Stop signing those

contracts because they want

you silenced to author their own agendas

That’s why they blackballed Kaepernick

Shut up and play ball

Shut up and spit rhymes

Shut up and act foolish

Shut up and show off

If not, kiss your fortune goodbye then

We can get around that

BS with our own resources

Repurchase our blocks,

schools, and homes

Black Wall Street resurrected

Liberate ourselves from the

national corporation, no worries

Dat’ time is on the way

Just trust me on this

performance poetry

About the Creator

savage writer

http://bit.ly/TRPY

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