I walk on the cracks of the concrete jungle and hoping I can find a rose.
Filled with crack vials and broken promises
I am searching for the person named Justice
so afraiid that I will follow in the path of my mother
Becoming a zombie and a slave to the glass dick
I am tired of just surviving I want to live
Tears are on borrowed pillows
I don't even have a home of my own
I ask why did she name me Jutisce Peace ?
I have been searchng for it most of my life
I travel away so far away so i can see beauty
I hate the hood
I hate the Drama
Maybe because I want to be surrounded by beauty
Maybe because the world has been so ugly to me
I want to see flowers blooming and hear birds chirping
I want to live in a home where there is no curfew
Sleep in a room not riddle with roaches and rats
I want a Daddy to love me
Where is he?
Who is he?
I sit in the library daily and read of good home and good food
In my mind I travel through the fifty states
I've lived in mansions and taken trips on yachts
I wish I wish my dreams where reality
I wish I wish my dreams weren't so muddy
If I had money I make it matter
If I had Justice and Peace I excercise it every day
For me a meal has to last while others throw away what they could share
I promise I will feed the needy
I may be dreaming and
surfing on hope
For me I am constantly wishing on a star and last night I saw one shoot across
Today I saw a rose petal in between the cracks of the concrete
Today my mother seeked help for her addiction
Today I bought a pillow so it would never be borrowed
Next step my own , my own home
Possiblities are endless.
Stories are written mine is just in the middle
The ending for Justice Peace will be happy.
© 2012 Tamyara Brown- Tamluvstowrite
Author Tamyara Brown
My love for writing is unconditional. It is my sanity in this crazy world.