Wednesday, September 28, 2016

Confessions Pt. 7


"It doesn't matter what you're trying to accomplish. It's all a matter of discipline. I was determined to discover what life held for me beyond the inner-city streets."- Wilma Rudolph. These are the Confessions of an Inner City Kid.

This confession will go a bit different. Here, you'll get to read an excerpt from my book ENOUGH This poem is titled " Diamond in the Rough" I hope you enjoy!




Muddy floors.
Dirty cuts.
Filthy sores.
Shameless butts.
Grew up in the slums, no it was no fun.
From chaos I always had to run, guy down the street busting a gun.

Pow! Pow! Pow!
“Everybody get down!!”
All around I hear the sound.
The sound of dysfunction.
The sound of those disgruntled.
Every night my dreams being hunted.

Dope boys.
Prostitutes.
Crack heads.
Plans of the days dice shoots.
Where can they hit a lick?
You know they gotta get it quick!

I’m in this place where it’s clear I don’t fit in.
An outcast.
No sense of likeness.
Few friends.
Constantly being reminded,
“Black girl’s don’t act like this.”

At first I believed them.
They deceived me though.
One day I woke up.
I saw that even though life was tough
God made a diamond in the rough.
I was a jewel.

Strong.
Independent.
Not a feeble minded fool.
I was born to shine.
Everything I speak shall be mine.
I will have it all in the passing of time.

Diamond in the rough.
Life may be tough.
But to your value stay true.
One day, someone will finally cherish you.
Your worth exceeds what you can comprehend.

Don’t fold under pressure, baby don’t give in.

Signed, An Inner City Kid

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