Are you kidding me, you want me to go to world history?
When my mental state is complete misery.
When death, drugs, and thugs surround and keep stressin’ me.
To me life itself seems worse than a modern day Shakespearean tragedy
Gang-banging yesterday, today, and tomorrow is my cruel reality.
Cousins, Aunts, Uncles, brothers, sisters and all
Gang-banging in my family goes back to when Michael Jordan
first touched a basketball.
In fact, been throwing up gang signs since I could crawl.
Yeah, I think I’m hard, big bad and tough
You mess wit me I’m crazy enough to call your bluff.
Family doesn’t really exist, but I’m not pissed cuz my gang is my team.
Foster homes, group homes, lonely, no guidance and I’m only 14.
College—yeah right. Death and the Pen seem to be my American Dreams.
Putting in work for my set is my CAHSEE,
Perfecting crime capers for paper are my SATees.
While you were learning to formulate a solid thesis,
My homie was teaching me how to move pieces.
Nevertheless, I want someone to care, I want someone to help and
Someone to show me some genuine love.
My deviant behavior and outward bravado are all phony—
Covering up my internal pain like a glove.
In need of a friend, an advocate, or even a WRAPPER to give me a hope.
Cuz, I don’t know how much longer I got to live or how much longer
I can cope?
-Original work by Alex Jackson (Child and Family Specialist)
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