I'm not supposed to be mad!
By Tamyara Brown
Living in this concrete jungle struggling to survive. Gunshot ringing every second of the day. Young boys with skin color like me classified as misfit. Young girls like my sister considered a T.H.O.T instead of a princess. Grey skies, broken crack pipes, dirty needles, pissed off Mamas, depressed Mamas and sad Mamas. Being the Shero, the cook, the strong one, working two jobs and a hustle on the side and it is never enough and we still have to eat at the church. I'm not supposed to be. pissed off at mycircumstances. At school trying to learn surrounded by ignorance and hindrance. Food price high feeding me junk and in my community fruits and vegetables are miles away or priced to high. What the hell cause of the color of my skin am I destined fail. Blacks and Africans doing better than me either pity or are disgrace by my situation. I'm not suppose to be mad. Dads across the land abandon their children. I'm not suppose to be mad. Watching my mother bang on doors of opportunity see her come home disappointed again. Motivational figures telling her she not working hard enough. Her feet is sore, her heart heavy and broken. She has no choice but to keep going on . I'm not supposed to be mad when my black life doesnt matter. Fuck you and you who poison our minds and souls. Black brothers dont want a black want our black women so the rest ofvmy mother's life she destined to be his smash and dash.So now she's bitter, lonely, angry and hurting. Smile on her face, tears in her eyes and Lexapro on her tongue . Turn against one another and for the record I'm mad as hell at these crazy curcumstances plaguing our community.
#poetry #poem #poet #writing
#listen #poetofinstagram #listen
Author Tamyara Brown
My love for writing is unconditional. It is my sanity in this crazy world.