Me.

Day by Day 

I build 

I build a home

an abode 

A community 

but 

something counfounds me

 

As we drive through 

My grandma only sees negativity 

We don't see kids playing 

Laughing 

We see next victims 

We don't see teenagers riding bikes 

Living

We see dope dealers 

We don't see old friends 

United 

We see homeless under shady tree 

With a forty 

And maybe a doobie 

Now I'm not saying all we see 

Perceive 

Is negativity 

But my life has not been no nativity 

My life has been scenes filled with 

Robbery 

Homelessness 

Poverty 

But sometimes we see 

When the tree leans up right 

When the flowers shine bright

When loved ones don't fight 

 
 
As I build my home
 
I think 
 
is my home gonna be 
 
what my grandma sees
 
Or is it gonna have 
 
the sun shining through 
 
each morning 
 
with a new arrival 
 
of peace
 
sensuality 
 
excitement 
 
and 
 
freedom...
 
 
This is my home
 
my abode
 
my community
 
this is me. 
 
 
 
 

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community
Our world

Comments

cmmccoy1

This poem came to me in an hour or time of realization. I realized how structured society is to think the same things about everything, so I spoke about it through my grandmother. I feel that most thoughts now-a-days are provoked by society and how society feels about them rather than how us as individuals feels about them. I structured the poem so that people can think from my perspective and build their own thinking process through the message I'm giving through the poem. The poem is about building my own home but in the same instance I want people to think about what their home would be and how they can find/understand social issues within this poem. 

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