Hood Art
My art’s wack, but no discrimination;
Destroy the use of alliteration-
I’d take the use of rhythm & rhyme
over drawing and shading anytime;
I change the way they see expression,
put the blame on juvenile depression;
15 years old no friends in class,
Looking through blue tinted glass;
Mom tried to cure me with high religion
Just made me fall to a new division;
15 years old I’m just a kid,
He’ll never know the damage did;
Said “drop my sad phase, Imma go”
and since that day poetry’s been my flow;
I wanna see the world and all its mysteries-
Bet your mama I’ll go down in history;
You can hear ‘em say “Joanna’s bad”
But I don’t want them cuz they money sad;
You hear my drum from a mile away,
I’m in the game and I’m here to stay;
Mama taught me to take care of myself,
To take my attitude & put it on a shelf;
He wants his girl to stand behind him,
But honestly his future's way dim;
Boys come and try to press me
They don’t know that they’re the Red Sea;
I part their business just like Moses
They try to apologize with a dozen roses;
I’m the new religion you can call me bishop-
Their music so weak it couldn’t do a push-up;
16 years young & I’m barely starting
Stay home and study instead of partying;
I need to leave the town so I can go to college,
to explore the horizons and expand my knowledge;
The natives say that the very 1st sunset
is printed on the nails of those the moon met;
So I cut my nails and see these white rings,
Underneath my cuticles to remind me of bigger things;
My futures bright, that you’ve gotta accept-
I’ll step on those who on me slept;
I am who I am- I’ll be who I’ll be,
I owe all that to my best friend Kobe;
I am new to the world and I express through art
It gives me peace of mind despite my hood heart