Silent Guevera

Nothing Sweet - Poem by Silent Guevera

Blinded by stress even the sunshine is unknown to my mind
I’m blessed but I confess I don’t know why I am
Done wrong since my birth certificates signing
Let this be reminded only one signature my mother a father they couldn’t find him
Petty crimes and times, court, cells, and under oath lying
In the street lead death pellets flying friends dieing
I could only resort to crying just trying to get a meal is a hustle
I’m in the midst of the bush struggle a modern day Che Guevara in the jungle
Guerilla warfare for bus fare and for money to come up
Bills bubble like lava and burn pockets empty
I’ve done my doings and will continue til Jesus comes to get me
No need to be rich or wealthy
Just comfortable enough with legal money so the law can’t come get me
Life’s tough like red meat love is rare like diamonds
I lost my only love choosing the devils guidance
So I stand with my empty heart in my hands rhyming
Trying anything to accomplish something before dieing
Kisses to my abandoned misses this is part one of my trilogy of what I live
My life is a hurricane and I’m stuck in New Orleans and pray I survive it, Father Please.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, September 26, 2005

Poem Edited: Monday, May 24, 2010

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