Heartbreak to Glory
A poem dedicated to some people I know. All this stuff is based off of true stories. I know it doesn’t flow well, but I felt like all of it should be included. Not my best work, but it’s real and that’s all I’ve ever promised. Also I apologize if this one’s a little rough around the edges, but I just couldn’t sugar coat it. I owe them that much…
Heartbreak to Glory
So what happens,
When the gun hits the pavement and the drunk man runs,
And you see your little brother is covered in blood?
At only twenty three his life is done.
You see his dreams fade away, one by one
But this stuff is normal when you live in the hood
You stand around waiting for things to turn good
Sirens in the distance, screams pierce the air
You’re constantly running but never getting anywhere
You lay in bed at night begging for peace
But these tormenting thoughts only seem to increase
So where do you turn when you have nothing left,
When you’re trapped in your head, simply trying to forget?
You want to escape the agony
So you break out the ecstasy
Drifting into a world of fantasy
You move through these moments so carelessly
And for a breath these dreams put you at ease
But then you wake up and see it was all just a ruse
Your world is driven by revenge, hatred, and jealousy
But look at the hands you have pierced
He’s the one really paying the penalty
You think you’re leaving a legacy but honestly
To me, you just look like a lost child
Crying out helplessly.
Blood sweat and tears, only for what?
Now you’re life’s fallin apart, and you’re gettin locked up
Baby sister just got knocked up
She wears a cloak of shame
She bears teen pregnancy
All these problems for movin that weed?
What an example you’ve set
Now they follow in your footsteps
You’ve got the ball rolling
And now there’s no stopping
When things go bad you come crying to me
But you chose this life; you’re children of the streets
When you “Go hard,”
Pain is your only guarantee
Girl, what’s it feel like
When your man’s got an affair with a bottle of Jack
And a girl named Mary Jane?
Yeah he’s counting his stack
-Dirty money, made off a bag of cocaine
When you look back at your life what do you see?
Were these horrors the contents of your childhood dreams?
Well stop blaming, and step up; this is what you chose to be
Shake it off, and move on; your life is no tragedy
Now it’s time to go home and tell ma you’re sorry
Chin up, be strong, this ain’t the end of the story
Cuz I believe, even you, can go from heartbreak to glory