*My last poem* (5), by *****Junior Walker***** Subscribe to rss feed for                                      *****Junior Walker*****

I swear
There are a lot of young corpses in the cemetery,
But I’m alive,
Lucky me.

I reach home
And reach out to put my key in the door,
I see all the scars around my knuckles,
It’s reached a point where I can’t take no more.

I remember each scar like I got it yesterday,
Staring at this guys face
Thinking besides being of the same race
This guy’s face is just like my face,

There are people all around
But they don’t help you
Just seemingly gaze at some far away object
And police and Loved ones can’t hear you

Just don’t run out of breath
Don’t cry
Don’t drop, don’t miss
And hopefully you won’t die

I hope God never saw what happened
Because if he did he ignored me
Why?
Maybe he is black and in the penitentiary…

The pressures getting to me, it’s hard to study
My teacher would never understand
Sir
Look at what I have to go through to become a man

So much effort in the poems
Why? Because I might die, but the poem lives on
That’s why I want every poem to be great
Because it might just be my last one.
Posted: 2006-09-30 15:34:31 UTC

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2006-02-13 20:17:07Sian Stokes
Junior bbe u woz rong! This is another one of your poems that i love. You got it! P.S. Fanx for wot u rit bout me luv ya xoxoxo Sian

2006-02-15 02:18:58. QUEENIE .
thanx so much for the comment!! this has to be my favourite of all your poems. it's so good and so true. . . i guess your life is very different from mine but i still got a lot from this one. they are all good, dont get me wrong, but this one stood out the most in my mind. xox Ellie

2006-02-17 18:45:48LaLa
i can really feel this poem b/c i want people to know my poetry and how i felt too. very nice!

2006-09-30 15:31:30 *****Junior Walker*****
means alot to me that this type of poem is liked,its even more amazing to me that girls can appreciate it too,although I suppose we're all living amongst the same things whether or not we're directly involved,this poem was just me being sick of violence,sick of having to give police statements,blood pain,having to hide cuts and bruises,life felt fragile at this time and everything felt like it might be the last time I did it

2009-01-15 17:34:51Destinee Amber Kohlman
I love this poem its very true...Ive been through some crazy stuff to and i like how your comfortable enough to just put it out there....