sometimes

Sometimes I stare out my window
Wishing my remote control
Could change the channel on the faces I see;
Faces that say,
life's not a game,
But everyday is a battle with pain
Faces marred by the foot of oppression
scarred in the soot of depression,
Hard hearts;
Lips drip fits of aggression
Blades on hips for protection
Misdirectioned minors
Minus a touch
Because fathers never seem to love them enough
So they say stuff
like,“I’m puttin’ in work.
”When really they just bein’ mischievous,
They ain’t soldiers,
there miscreants,
Deviant, and defiant,
parenting limits over whelmed by exposure
I understand some make it over,
But most end up floatin’ in the river
Unidentified,
like they was never alive,
While some are force fed fistfuls of fallacies
Til morality is traded for salary
that can’t pay for celery
Faces that scream,
party til they bury me,
Cause apparently
life is a gift and a curse
The present hurts,
the past ain’t last,
and the future ain’t guaranteed,
And since I didn’t ask to come,
I can’t wait to leave.
Faces of pregnant teens
who lost their dreams to
In magazines
And caught by concrete ghetto
streets
Where misguided potential and ambition
Meets
Where dreams deferred find refuge in addiction
Cause religion is imprisoned by tradition
No interventions,
Cause though we want to change G’s to Gents
We don’t want to go through the pain of the process
We want the progress
But society's souless
Those that we lose can never turn back
Disfunction's a train
On a run away track