Hear The Cry Before The Door Poem by Derrick Parsee

U want to push me around
U want to call me out my name
U want to hate me are on me
U write about me
U tell your friends about me
We bleed the same we write the same we smell the same
But I chose to cross the street and u didn't so that made u hate me
So I called for help but it did not come
I cried for help and nobody listen
I stuck my hand out but nobody grabbed it
So the thought of the mind was to shut the door to life and go
Look around and tell me wat u see
Pain and hurt dose it have to be
How would u feel if u reach out to God and he didn't listen
Your part is my part to hold and say yes to the tender heart
Hear, speak and say it's ok I will help reach my way