We will litter this page with poetry - kinship poems, unapologetic poems, poems for our posterity. I love when we are in the poem zone. Write a poem that you want to share with the rest of the world.
The following is my first published poem (Tatum, 2005). It is now a part of me:
Does the world care if I exist?
Or, am I just America’s problem
Don’t they know I am dying like no other?
Naw, they just fear me, they can’t hear me
Hell, they’ll just lock me up in juvey and throw away the key
Man, I can’t stand for that
I got to fight back
I’m dying anyway
Might as well take some with me – black, brown, white, don’t matter
I’m tired of living in poverty
I get hungry too
You expect me to just watch you eat
While you mistreat me in the streets and in schools
Hell, you can’t even teach me how to read – Mr. and Mrs. Teacher
Then you flunk me, and blame it on me
Some of it’s my fault
Probably some of my momma’s fault as well
But you’re at fault, too
So, I’ll sling a little to get paid
Get a little respect while I’m at it, maybe get laid
Death don’t matter, the way I’m living I feel dead anyway
Tired of being on my KNEES begging
Trying to do the right thing and never getting ahead
My homeboy graduated from high school, now’s he’s dead
It’s about living a little now, the only time I know I got for sho’
Man, you don’t hear me
I can beat drums at your doorstep all night
You’ll just say get away with all that hip-hop
It is really a cry, a scream for your attention
But my manhood won’t let me come right out and ask for help
With your track record, I don’t trust that you’ll help me anyway.
Why should I put myself out like that?
I don’t want your pity, or your crying
Teach me how to man-up, and be a man
Help me to stop dying
If you don’t, this nation will continue to spill over with the black male’s blood
You’ll have to build more jails
There you go – I told you the deal
I spilled my guts
It is now your time to act
If you don’t act
I now believe that, America does not care if I exist, is a fact.
No more peace until we all get a piece (American pie)
Damn, my time expired. I’m gone.