PLEADING SOULS

The piercing scream comes from within ;

A cry for help,

The weight of sin

And anguish,

Delirium and hate,

Is causing me to suffocate.

But as I war with all these foes,

The world can only see what goes,

On outside

So they conclude ,

Another thug with an attitude.

To them I’m just a lunatic,

Or junkie aping for a fix.

They render me a candidate,

For mental wards ..

Or deem I take;

A long vacation in a prison cell,

Until I escape my private hell;

But all I need is TLC,

To win this war inside of me;

I wasn’t born with a devilish soul,

The ghetto made me lose control;

I saw the drugs,

I saw the whores,

I saw the clothes inside the stores.

I saw the jewels,

I saw the cars,

I seen the wine and the caviar.

And then I fell into the trance,

A poor black youth who had a chance;

To be like those who had the cash,

To live without a need to ask;

The government for any aid,

And for this dream my soul was paid;

To him who has no moral code,

Who whispers of a gold paved road;

Who has the things for which we yearn,

Who soothes us as our nature turns;

Into a likeness of his kind,

Erases God from within our mind,

Because he promised that he’d lift;

Me up into a coveted class,

Where  there’s no need to beg or ask.

So as a black man’s story goes,

I saw the heaven that he shows;

To all who do his dirty deeds,

In search of that we think will lead;

Into success

But now I now,

Just where this golden road shall go.

Yet as I lay in my cell,

Exhausted by my trip from hell;

Society still feels that I,

Should wear my sins until I die.

They treat me like a deadly germ,

I cry for peace but still they turn;

A deafened ear to all I voice,

So now I’ve got no other choice;

I must continue to scream loud,

And pray that someone in the crowd;

Will grant me just this final chance,

And hear the story of this trance.

Because somewhere a youth out there

Is lining up  to pay his fare.

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JAY  all rights reserved      January 2003