I am trapped,

Trapped behind these walls of lost opportunity.

I want to reach for the stars

But my feet are glued to the grounds of poverty.

My backs against the walls.

I'm constantly being pushed by pessimistic voices.

Oh, how I try to fight back those words of despair

But it's a struggle keeping your head above hurricane waters

When you constantly,

Constantly,

Have your peers pushing you back down to the ocean floor.

I cry at night, wondering,

Just wondering,

If my life will be more than cement walls and corner stores,

Dope boys and hood figures.

When I fall asleep, I see the dream.

I see that there is more to this life than sitting on stoop.

I don't know when,

And I don't know how,

But one day,

I will get from behind this trapped wall.