Would you believe me if I told you I’ve seen hell?
Would you believe me if I told you I witnessed my best friend die before his body fell?
Would you believe me if I told you sixty percent of the males in my family are in jail?
The women are going crazy, thinking they can’t prevail.
It’s sad to say that they’re to poor for bail.
Their only contact is visitation behind thick glass or shedding blood and tears through the mail.
Would you believe me if I told you that my father rapped my mother and that is how I got hair bones and cells.
Would you believe me if I told you that I truly seen hell?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem