Sept. 3, 2013

I Am the One Who Got Left Behind

by Amondo Duckworth (author's profile)

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I am the one who got left behind, the one who disturbs your peace of mind.
I am the survivor of the street wars, gangs, prisons and ghettos, the one you prayed would remain blind to the signs of destruction.

I am the one you said would be nothing, the one who yelled; screamed; pled and begged for a true chance to be something, anything but a statistic, a dream, I wanted to be great like Martin Luther King.

I am the gun you hold now and the one you held then, I am the crack, ecstasy, meth, heroin, and valiums you sold your sister, mother, brother, father, girl and friend.

I am your beginning, middle, end, first, second, and last.
I am the dirt that use to be your grass, I am the reaction after the shotgun blast.
I am the enemy and friend from the past you try to forget.

I am all the derogatory names you've heard
I am the sky, stars, sun, moon and birds
I am words whispered that you've never heard
I am the fire that burns, the wind that blows

I am the blood that flows from bullet holes and fist to face blows

I am the prisoner that each one of you knows

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Imponderables Posted 10 years, 6 months ago. ✓ Mailed 10 years, 6 months ago   Favorite
Thanks for writing! I finished the transcription for your post.

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