ELI

LIFE is cold,  LIFE is shady,  being black in america,  still being treated like its the 80's, or way before.   its crazy. LIFE is so unfair, cause i am black here, in america.  i study to learn  i learn to progress  i prgress to make a change.  creating styles,  cause i cant stick with one everyday is a constant strain!! but LIFE IS SO COLD! america can't see the truth;  they thinking its all JOKES & RIDDLES.  but its way more serious, like:  all Trayvon wanted was some Iced Tea & some Skittles.  how was he a threat?  So what he was wearing a hoodie, WAS HE SUPPOSED TO FREEZE?  "America the free" ? unless you're a black teen.  or black in general.  Mentally i am DONE. Physically i am STRAINED,  Emotionally i am - all cried out.  but i still have so much to gain - so... so i gotta break the CHAINS. Call me names  Make me feel second rate. Make it like you're running first, ...

[words unsaid] I AM... A prisoner: not of war. But of words. Locked in my mind. Locked by chains, bound by the pain that travels through my veins and takes rest in my brain. Thoughts of guns & gangs, money & fame. Thoughts filled with the shame of the games being played. I. tighten the screws of the locks. Every time I do not speak. At times I want to, but when I start, it leaves me. I stop & sit silent, and stare at the violence . I take a seat on what is now my cell bed. No longer my bedroom because it feels like a jail instead. I'm inside of a prison; of words – UNSAID. I am. A prisoner, not of war. But of words. Unsaid & unheard. Like a solider I still fight. Come day & come night. Mostly I say only what YOU wanna hear cause if I don't it'd be a fight. Am I right? Could you take the pressure of the truth coming to the light? Or would rather see me - stoned, on a drug of CONCEIT & COMPROMISE. Where am I? Gone, I guess thats...