grabbing life by its horns is harder than what i thought
im not trying to be a quitter, that is not what i was taught
i come from a family that is "society successful"
but when it boils down to it, they really cant help you
they will tell you read the bible and hang in there
or like my cousin just told me apply yourself failure will be rare
easier said than done

wont commit suicide because im afraid of hell
but then again i question myself of the stories we tell
is it all for nothing
so much promise when i be-gan
now this plateau has me questioning where i stand ......
i just wanted to act and fuck,
make millions and press my luck
discovered at a young age the positive(s) of the all mighty Marijuana
they tell you how to hit and hold it
but they never warn ya
weed can have you stuck

living in a nation where most feel, there is no room for grey areas
i am a brown skinned girl that soaks up useful information and knows how to carry it
we ALL want peace, so cant we all just get along
we end up grabbing a “piece” for protection and teach ourselves how to hold on
but thats not being strong.
I WILL NEVER GET IT.
life will hit your daughter or son hard
like when the bush administration shrugged their shoulders to the Victims of Katrina
or as we just saw this city being indignant
and our own police not changing their demeanor
Baltimore we will get through the complexity of our situations
because everything isnt black or white
there was a time when Pennsylvania avenue offered a positive outlet to the vexed.
day and night.
we should have listened to our mothers.
and our mothers should have listened to their mother
somewhere we got confused and not to be rude
but it is time for those true grandmas to come through.
im not ashamed of any of my friends, no matter what their skin tone
i try not to be evil towards any one who hasnt done me wrong
and the church taught me that
if it takes the churches to bring us back to our sanity then yes, lets use that.
right now i am seeing undiagnosed multiple mental disordered people
walking on what used to be cobble stones
self medicating their complexed minds,
not wanting to talk to anyone because they “dont need shrines”
and yes my poetry touches on different subjects
all of which i have not mastered having a complete thought
time changes a persons perception so i keep them in my heart
my city is so complex they raised a girl in 21217
that grew up on the other side of the drama
and as she got older she traveled to different states and learned
that Baltimore as a whole had some trauma
and as much as she hates to admit it, she was sheltered from it all thanks to her mama
and she realizes now everybody in this beloved city wont have the same outcome
the lesson learned here as i gather them are the same that many die from
lessons

Taylor King