the life of a so-called thug(a reflection)

by Antwan Fields - Aries

i don't know what it feels like
to not be able to associate with whoever i feel like
i don't know what it feels like
to be super tough :P
i don't know what it feels like
to claim a gang as my family
i don't know what it feels like
to kill someone because they came on turf that isn't mine
i don't know the life of a thug
what its like to get money to go to prison every once in a while
to give up my life so some asshole can stay out of prison
to lose my freedom because i did something illegal
to never feel free, to always have to look over my shoulder
i don't know what it feels like to run from the police, get arrested and get life in a hellhole
because i did it for this dickhead
and i don't know what its like
to have my mother standing over my gravestone crying because i was killed
for living the life of a thug.

Reason for writing:

    most of the male members of my family are gang members. i wrote this poem because they don't know im gay and they ask me why am i not a gang member.    

Birth sign: Aries
Date created: 2001-08-22 20:05:23
Last updated: 2021-03-03 14:44:53
Poem ID: 64533

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