*My last poem* (5)

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By *****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.

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February 13, 2006 20:17Sian 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

February 15, 2006 02:18. 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

February 17, 2006 18:45LaLa

i can really feel this poem b/c i want people to know my poetry and how i felt too. very nice!

September 30, 2006 15:31 *****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

January 15, 2009 17:34Destinee 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....