Poetry

I cherish life even though

I ain’t get a chance to live

I grew up in placements and prison

Was I born just to come here?

Reality, is, actually, Omar never had any chances

Reality is, excuse me, nah, Im serious when I say it

How can you subdue my fury?

When it glowers hot?

I grew into a tree when I started from a sapling

Back then I thought I had it mapped out

Time get realer when you start thinking about others, and

I love my mother more than I love myself

How can I be alive when I’m dead inside?

Staring down a loaded gun before the bullet arrive