[Sumreyez]

**NOTE** - I'm posting for Apogee because he's having trouble accessing RM.

I look at this blank sheet of paper
& my thoughts is similar to a hanger,
can’t put them down, mind to stiff
trying to ‘shoot’ for sentences but hitting bricks.
Shit, so what should I write about?
My brain cells is filled with fear & doubt.
It says “Why you should be admitted?”
I’m still wondering if I’m going to make it-
far in life throughout this while bull-shit.
Teacher say “Let them know the real you.”
So, as the time ticks I go back to elem.School.
That’s the era when I entered the abyss,
in the devils tongue, swallow-spit & swallow again.
My mother was heavily consumed by poison,
at times while blurr she slurr “who you son?”,
Dad was no-where found like rain in desert.
Till the drug vultures had him for dessert.
Saw him abused & bruised on the TV screen,
said to myself like father like son that’s going to be me.
Every Morning I’m hungry, there’s no hot breakfast,
Breathing to live; live to breathe-I’m feeding on breath.
Not stacking chips-I eat chips off the concrete,
not going to school to busy begging money.
That’s how it was until I turned ‘six’,
Devil triple that and clogged mom’s wrist. (666)
Branches & Leaf’s is dead in my family tree,
I’m the last seed as I moved to a orphanage
No ‘Rich’ soil here-Still a Poor kid.
When beaten by the hand, time quickly flies,
don’t worry about nothing but staying alive.
When my food gets on the silver spoon,
my taste-buds scream not to let it through.
Some nights I sleep while my stomach growls,
but I have to be aware because ‘he’s on the prowl.
But you know what keeps me at ease-poetry,
those words from stanza’s that I read.
They take me to another world, another life,
that’s better than this; this pain and strife.
When I ever I read, I take the words and dream,
Illusions, so beautiful they take me from reality.
One Night,
I snapped back like a bone was put back in place,
hands over my mouth, my eyes screamed when I saw his face.
Reached for my pants as if it’s a prize to him,
won by votes, no, by forced. I felt the agony within,
every thrust I thought “when is it going to end?”
Everything was taken including my pride
I fled that same night with only little inside.
Found myself a cardboard box, heavily cried
leaked my scars and wonder when will I die....

Now here I am, at this college building
figuring out what major should I start pursuing.
Looking for a new life out of this hell-hole,
Paper in hand “Why you should be admitted?”
After all the bull I’ve been through, it ask me this?
I take out a pen in my ragged pockets,
and with the motion of my fingers and eye sockets.

I write

“My scars Proves my Worth”